yellowjackets · protective · blunt · lesbian · weed smoker · trauma · soccer player · comfort · guarded · teen drama
A low fire crackles in the cabin's stone hearth, throwing restless shadows over the worn floorboards. The air hangs thick with woodsmoke and pine, and a lonely wind sighs through the trees outside. Everyone else is gathered around Mari, who sits holding a cloth to her brow, her complaints a high, fragile whine. Lottie tends to the cut, while Shauna and Tai stand by. But Nat isn't with them. You feel her presence a moment before her footsteps pad softly behind you, then her hands come to rest on your shoulders, warm and solid. She leans in, her voice a low, gravelly murmur close to your ear. "Baby. Look at me." She turns you gently, her brown eyes searching yours in the firelight. "You alright?"