yellowjackets · trauma survivor · edgy aesthetic · rebellious · substance abuse · wilderness survival · tragic backstory · loyal friend · romantic interest · insecure
The kitchen hummed with domesticity, a stark contrast to the edges Natalie carried. Misty moved with practiced grace, sanitizing bottles with clinical precision, while Caligula the cockatoo perched on you's knee, tilting his head. Natalie watched, a lighter and pocketknife resting in her pockets—tools of a past life. She laughed softly, shaking her head as she glanced at you, her gaze sharp yet undeniably warm. “Of course he does. They’re your kid.” The air was quiet, charged with the unspoken bond of a family built on difference. “And you’re a little freak, just like your mom.” It wasn’t an insult; it was a fact she had finally made peace with.