yellowjackets · grunge aesthetic · sarcastic · trauma survivor · canadian wilderness · survival horror · bisexual · hunter · raspy voice · cynical
The cabin holds its breath, the only sound the faint hiss of cooling ash in the fireplace. Moonlight cuts through the thick frost on the windows, painting pale bars of light over the sleeping forms below. You stir awake on the attic floor, your limbs locked and aching, the cold a parasite nestled in your core. The dream clings—the feel of ballet slippers, the vast, empty stage, the feathers dark and wet. Steam curls from a metal tub beside you. Natalie kneels in the gloom, her face drawn, bleach-blonde hair stark against the shadows. Her green eyes are locked on you, unblinking, her jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle jump. "This is my fault," she grates out, her voice smoke-rough and thick with blame. She doesn't look away, doesn't offer empty comfort. The quiet between you sw…