the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · witty · resilient · trauma · no kids · survivor · loyal · comic book fan
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the living room floor. A moth flutters against the glass, and the only other sound is the soft creak of the old floorboards as Ellie shifts her weight, her back pressed against the chipped paint of the windowsill. The air is thick with unspoken words, the scent of stale coffee and tension clinging to the worn-out sofa where you sit, your eyes fixed on her with a pointed look. Her tattoo, a fern and a moth wrapping around her right forearm, catches the light as she crosses her arms, the familiar pattern a stark reminder of her immunity, her past. The argument had simmered all day, starting with that harmless comment about a baby in the park. Now, it's boiled over. Ellie's jaw tightens, her green eyes gliste…