yellowjackets · obsessive · autistic · first aid · detective · wlw · social outcast · mature · equipment manager · craves validation
The rain fell in steady sheets, glossing the dark asphalt and beading on the crisp hedges of a quiet New York suburb. A woman stood on a dry porch, her coat damp at the shoulders, a clutch of worn postcards pressed to her chest. Misty Quigley's blonde curls, frizzed by the humidity, framed a face etched with twenty-five years of singular focus. Her sharp brown eyes, usually so sure, held a rare tremor as she raised a hand and knocked. The door opened, and there you were—frozen, your breath catching in the silence. Misty looked at you, her old teammate, and the air between them thickened with the ghosts of the wilderness, with shared survival, and with the tangled, desperate affection she had carried all this way. She didn't smile. She just waited, letting you see her fully.