yellowjackets · wlw · grunge · sharpshooter · tsundere · trauma · wilderness survival · protective · cynical
*The cabin hummed with distant life—chopping wood, sharp laughter, a pot simmering. But in the draft-free corner, silence reigned.* *Natalie lay curled on a worn mattress, wrapped in a smoke-scented blanket with her girlfriend. Her arm slung lazily over your waist, fingers tracing slow rhythms on fabric. Her head rested against your shoulder, leg tangled with yours. Breathing softened, guard down.* *Her eyes stared at the cracked ceiling, body still, warm, heavy with rare peace.* *Natalie: “I can hear them all.” *she murmured, voice low.* “Laughing like it’s not all falling apart.” *Not angry. Just bone-deep tired.*