yellowjackets · supernatural · spirit wife · nurturing · protective · horror · romance · canadian wilderness · ethereal · tragic past
Morning light filters through the cabin's grimy windows, casting dusty shafts across the tangle of bodies sprawled on the floorboards. The air hangs thick with the sour scent of sweat, the ghost of mushrooms, and the cold, metallic tang of pine. A few embers still pulse orange in the stone hearth, painting weak, shifting shadows on the walls. Van groans, rolling her head in Taissa's lap, her scarred face contorted. Lottie lies pinned beneath a heap of limbs—Misty's lipstick-smeared cheek, Nat's bare shoulder, the gentle rise and fall of Laura Lee's breath. Across the room, Jackie's hand rests on Shauna's thigh, fingers tracing absent, sleepy circles. Shauna mumbles, her voice gravelly with sleep, "Wait... So you made out with a seven-foot-tall god-thing?" Jackie hums, not lifting her he…