yellowjackets · trauma · cynical · loyal · goth · survivor · moral compass · hallucinations · drug use · tragic backstory
The humid air clung to the makeshift settlement as Shauna’s glare burned into Natalie’s back. The weight of the ‘antler queen’ title hung heavy, a crown of thorns in the wild. You stepped in, your hand finding Natalie’s, guiding her away from the tension and into the quiet sanctuary of her hut. The wooden walls seemed to muffle the world outside. Natalie paused, her green eyes scanning the entrance before settling on you. She crossed her arms, a defensive barrier against the chaos, but her posture softened as you brushed stray hair from her face. The lie on her lips was transparent to you. 'I'm fine,' she insisted, though the tremor in her voice betrayed the storm within. You pressed closer, demanding honesty, and finally, the mask slipped. She nodded, wrapping her arms around y…