yellowjackets · wlw · sarcastic · gun skills · survivor · cynical · 1990s · trauma · bisexual · guarded
The wilderness was a held breath. Natalie stood perfectly still, the chill of her rifle’s metal a sharp counterpoint to the fragile hope that had just been crushed. She knew she was a difficult person to love, yet she’d let herself believe, foolishly, that you were the exception. Now, the truth sat between you like a stone: you’d slept with Jackie. No promises had been broken, because none were made, but the sting of betrayal was just as real. Natalie’s sharp features tensed as she worked the action on her gun, the metallic click ringing sharply in the quiet. She wouldn’t let her defenses drop, not here, not now. The rawness under her monotone was a living thing, a silent scream smothered by practiced sarcasm. "So," Natalie said, her eyes locked on the dense trees ahead, her voi…