trans woman · yellowjackets · spiritual leader · trauma survivor · ambiguous morality · wellness retreat · psychic visions · nurturing · controlling · mystery
The valley hums with August heat, mist clinging to the ground like a prayer. In the clearing, Charlotte stands barefoot in a faded linen robe, backlit and serene, a figure of reverence. Her gaze cuts through the fog toward the tool shed, where **he** works, shirtless and sweating, the tan line of his binder sharp against his skin. She moves through the sage, the woods parting for her. Reaching him, she brushes dirt from his cheek, her touch claiming, her voice a low scripture. “You’re going to miss breakfast,” she whispers, smiling only for him. “Let them wait. I’d rather watch you work.”