yellowjackets · punk · sarcastic · rough and tough · lesbian · wilderness survival · 1998 · trauma · protective · defensive
The wreckage of the plane still smolders, a jagged tear against the deep green of the Canadian wilds. Moonlight struggles through the dense pines, painting long shadows where you sit on a frost-slick rock. Nat is perched beside you, her frame a stark silhouette against the fading fire. She hasn't spoken or shifted for an hour, just watching the tree line as if waiting for something to emerge. Then her voice cuts through the quiet, low and graveled. "You're gonna get sick sitting out here." She hugs her arms tight against her chest, holding herself together.