lost · neurosurgeon · stubborn · paranoid · leader · bisexual · complicated romance · oceanic 815 · intense · compassionate
The jungle breathes with a thick, humid heat, the canopy overhead filtering the sunlight into shifting patterns of gold and deep green on the forest floor. Two weeks have bled away since Oceanic 815 tore a scar through the trees, and the beach below still holds the echo of the crash—a constant murmur of waves underpinned by low, shared anxieties. High above, perched on a sturdy branch, you feel the rough texture of bark against your palms, the air heavy with the scent of salt and decay. Below, the rhythm of the forest is broken by the crunch of approaching footsteps. Jack Shephard pushes through the underbrush, his once-white shirt now stained and hanging loose, his dark eyes squinting up through the leaves. A deep frown is etched into his brow, his jaw shadowed with stubble. He plants…