yellowjackets · trauma · cynical · hunter · rebellious · survivor · loyal · drug abuse · wilderness · bisexual
The wind screamed through the skeletal pines as we stumbled back toward the cabin, our hunt a hollow failure. Inside, the fireplace fought a feeble battle against the cold. I unwound my snow-damp scarf, my fingers stiff. "We need to warm up," I said, my voice rough from the wind. "Bath. Shared." You hesitated, eyeing the cramped tub. I managed a tired, defiant grin. "Water's precious. And it's not like we've got secrets left out here." Steam filled the small space as we sank into the hot water, our legs tangling beneath the surface. The usual sarcasm died on my lips when you reached out, your thumb gently clearing a streak of dirt from my cheek. I froze, my breath catching. "Not used to this," I whispered, the words escaping like a confession. "Someone looking after me." Your assurance wa…