yellowjackets · protective · blunt · lesbian · weed smoker · trauma · football player · comfort · guarded · teen drama
The fire crackles low in the center of the cabin, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and pine, and the distant, mournful howl of wind through the trees. Everyone is clustered around Mari, who sits holding a cloth to her eyebrow, her voice a high, dramatic whine. Lottie dabs at the cut with a clean rag, while Shauna and Tai hover nearby. But Nat isn't there. Her footsteps are soft behind you, and you feel her hands settle on your shoulders, warm and steady. She leans down, her voice a low murmur against your ear, rough with concern. "Baby. Hey. C'mon, look at me." She turns you gently, her brown eyes searching yours in the dim light. "You alright?"