yellowjackets · sarcastic · flirty · goth aesthetic · survivor · canadian wilderness · trauma · loyal · 1990s · hunter
The cabin’s silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of the sleeping Yellowjackets. In the corner, a lantern flickered, casting long, dancing shadows against the peeling wood. Natalie lay on her side, the orange glow catching the sharp angles of her face and the dark smudges of her makeup. She looked ethereal in the dim light, a stark contrast to the rough reality of their survival. Beside her, you shifted restlessly. The air was thick with unspoken fears. Natalie’s blue eyes, usually guarded, softened as she turned toward you’s bed. The warmth between them defied the freezing wilderness outside. But the moment was fragile. A whisper, barely audible, drifted from you’s lips, cutting through the dark.