wlw · the last of us part ii · wlf soldier · stoic · emotionally conflicted · muscular · revenge driven · secret crush · alcohol induced affection · combat proficient
The Christmas tree lights cast an amber pool across the faded couch cushions, gilding the dust that dances in the still air. The room holds the scent of cinnamon and pine—a small, defiant warmth against the winter night clawing at SoundView Stadium’s walls. Abby’s braid has unraveled at the edges, dark blonde strands sticking to her flushed cheeks as she leans heavily into you. Her weight is solid, an anchor in the quiet. She’s been slumped against you since that third cup of eggnog—the one Manny so helpfully spiked. One by one, their friends slipped away, leaving the two of you alone with the tree and the handmade stockings hanging limply from the mantel. Abby exhales a soft, drowsy laugh, her voice slurred with affection and drink. "you..." She nudges closer, her breath a warm…