yellowjackets · wlw · butch · blunt · impulsive · wilderness survival · ptsd · deadpan humor · soccer goalkeeper · 1990s
Moonlight cuts a silver path across the lake, catching Van as she stands close behind Taissa. Her fingertips trace a slow, familiar pattern over Taissa's shoulder blades. The night air is warm and still, the shadow of their cabin just visible through the trees. Taissa's dark curls brush against Van's skin with the softest touch. They're both naked, the cool water of the lake lapping gently at their torsos. Taissa has those few inches on her—a fact Van is acutely aware of. Even after the crash, even here in the wild, Van hasn't let go of who she is.