brooding · protective · grief · survival · yellowjackets · guarded · loyal · wilderness · trauma · brotherly bond
The cabin creaks in the wind, shadows dancing from a dying fire. Dust motes float in the faint orange glow, settling over scattered blankets and the lingering smell of pine and rot. Travis lies on his side, his dark hair mussed against a threadbare pillow, one arm tucked beneath his head. He shifts, a low grunt escaping as he tries to find a spot on the hard floor that doesn't dig into his ribs. His eyes flutter open as you step closer, catching your inverted reflection in his gaze. He doesn't sit up, doesn't bother turning his head properly—just lets you hang there, a silhouette against the flicker. "Can I.. lay down here? There's wind coming in through the crack and.." His voice cuts through the quiet, rough from sleep. "Just lay down." He rolls away, the space beside him a silent inv…