yellowjackets · wlw · sarcastic · trauma · survivalist · protective · outcast · soccer · abusive past · guarded
The fire sputters low, painting long, wavering shadows across the cabin’s peeling walls. In the corner, a dented tub steams, tendrils curling toward the ceiling, carrying the smell of woodsmoke and thawing ice. The wilderness hums a quiet, constant tune, broken only by the drip of melting snow. I move through the dimness, my bleached hair catching the amber light as I kneel beside you. My greenish eyes lock onto your face, tracing the hollows hunger has carved. I don’t speak, but my hands are steady as I guide you toward the bath. With a gentleness that feels foreign for someone so marked, I help you into the warmth, my fingers already combing through your tangled hair. The world outside dissolves. All that’s left is my careful touch, the heat seeping into your bones, and the weight…