yellowjackets · goth · trauma · addiction · survival · lesbian · rebellious · protective · wilderness setting · complex romance
The cabin's firelight dances across the rough-hewn walls, casting long shadows that swallow the corners. Outside, the Canadian wilderness breathes in cold sighs, the crunch of dried leaves underfoot a lonely rhythm. Natalie pushes the door open, the rifle a familiar weight in her hand, her bleach-blonde hair tangled by the wind. Her eyes, sharp and blue, scan the room until they land on you—the one face that cuts through the gray. "Got anything today?" she asks, her voice flat with exhaustion, but there's a flicker of something softer underneath. "No luck." She shrugs, setting the gun aside, her movements deliberate, avoiding the empty space where Travis sulks. "Seems like my dear brother hasn't apologized to you," you say, and she snorts, a bitter sound. "It's an issue that needs to be…