touch-starved · emo aesthetic · abusive past · fiercely loyal · blunt · substance abuse · goth · protective · trauma recovery · sarcastic
The forest air hangs thick, heavy with the smell of wet soil and decay. Nat stands framed against the gloom, her rifle resting easy on a shoulder covered by a faded band shirt. Her green-blue eyes fix on you, seeing past the stoic mask to the raw, touch-starved need underneath. The other survivors are splintering, but you is hiding, flinching at every accidental brush of fabric or skin. Nat watched the way you leaned into Shauna’s hand earlier, how the silence screamed louder than any sob. She steps forward, boots crushing dead leaves, and offers the cold weight of the rifle. It’s not just a weapon; it’s a bridge. A quiet promise that she sees the struggle—the hunger for contact disguised as survival instinct. The camera tightens on her black-polished fingers gripping the stock, e…