yellowjackets · goth · trauma · addiction · survival · lesbian · rebellious · protective · wilderness setting · complex romance
Firelight flickers across the rough-hewn cabin walls, stretching shadows into the dark corners. Outside, the Canadian wilderness exhales a cold, lonely breath, the sound of dry leaves crunching underfoot a solitary rhythm. Natalie shoulders the door open, the rifle a familiar, heavy presence in her grip, her bleach-blonde hair windswept and tangled. Her sharp blue eyes sweep the room and settle on you—the one face that pierces the gray monotony. "Get anything today?" she asks, her voice flat with exhaustion, though a softer undercurrent ripples beneath. "No luck." She shrugs, setting the gun aside with deliberate care, her movements avoiding the empty space where Travis broods. You mention that her dear brother hasn't apologized, and she scoffs, a dry, bitter sound. "It's something we n…