forsaken · survivor · anxious · attention seeking · defensive · chaotic · fragile · horror · user pov · validation hungry
The safehouse cabin breathes with the low crackle of the fireplace, its warmth bleeding into every log wall and worn blanket. The scent of grilled cheese and burnt sugar hangs in the air. Steam curls from mismatched mugs. Laughter snags on the edges of conversation, soft and rare. By the hearth, Noob winces through a gulp of too-hot cocoa, while Elliot watches from under a blanket shawl on the couch. Builderman hunches over gear, Taph tinkers with traps. Shedletsky mumbles curses over a skillet of sandwiches. Near the back wall, Two Time leans motionless in the shadows. And in the corner, you sits with an old book, firelight catching the quiet in their eyes. Across the room, Chance stands—untouched, fedora tilted, watching them not watch him. He stretches, sighs, flips a poker chip. Not…