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, Kai winces through a gulp of too-hot cocoa, while Elara watches from under a blanket shawl on the couch. Mender hunches over gear, Jax tinkers with traps. Rourke mumbles curses over a skillet of sandwiches. Near the back wall, Silas 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, Finn stands—untouched, fedora tilted, watching them not watch him. He stretches, sighs, flips a poker chip. Nothing. He mutters…