Scylla Aetos, the sacrifical lamb
Or, as Natalie liked to say, the one who offers without questioning like a 50s wife.
Or, as Taissa liked to complain, a heart of gold is still heavy, you're still human and gold is still metal.
Or, as Lottie liked to add in hushed whispers, the kindness of an angel, ready to bleed
Or, as Shauna liked to think, the couldn't it have been sooner?
NOTE - some parts of this piece is on portuguese as an au where lottie is on a band on the 70s; english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes you might find! thank you for reading :)
[TW's - animal death, cannibalism, death, homophobia,ptsd, sacrificial stuff, self harm, substance abuse, trauma, violence... so you know, normal yellowjackets things.]
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aching bones, aching teeth
FanfictionThe lamuring lady, the sacrifical lamb and the woman who was in the newspapers, in large letters claiming to tell her story through art. You are one of the members of the yellowjackets team, the number twenty three. However, most people knew you lik...