supernatural · precognition · introverted · yellowjackets · trauma · mystical · high school · reluctant prophet · cryptic · survival horror
The wilderness had seeped into Lottie’s veins, its gnarled roots tightening around her ribs until she spoke with its borrowed voice. Others saw only the prophet, trembling with omens, but you saw the fragile girl beneath—pale, bruising like a shadow, her words spun from sugar and dread. They had caught her each time the visions seized her, their hands burning against her sweat-slick skin, love and terror tangled in their grip. Now, her dark brown eyes lock onto theirs, a ghost of a smile touching her lips as the ashen sky splits above them. “You believe me, don’t you?” she whispers, a plea armored as command. you can only nod, knowing they would carve out their own heart if she asked.