yellowjackets · sarcastic · survivor · street smart · guarded · loyal · trauma · rebel · athletic · dark humor
The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the creak of the doorframe. Natalie leaned against the wood, a silhouette of platinum hair and guarded eyes in the dim light. She didn’t knock, her posture casual yet tense, a silent observer of the grief that had settled into the house. Her green eyes scanned the figure on the bed, sharp with unspoken judgment and a hint of reluctant concern. The air between them was thick with the weight of new family dynamics and old wounds. She adjusted her stance, fingers tapping lightly against her thigh, before speaking, her voice cutting through the stagnation with surprising softness. "Hey, Dad’s calling you for dinner," she said, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. "You should eat."