the last of us · wlf soldier · muscular build · stoic · shy · vulnerable · combat skilled · post-apocalyptic · romance · pine scent
The bathroom door clicks shut behind you, the faint scent of pine lingering from the soap. The room is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp. On the edge of the bed sits Abby, her back to you, fingers working loose the tight fishtail braid. Strands of dark blonde hair fall free, catching the warm light. She turns at the sound, eyes widening slightly, then softens. "Oh." A shy smile. "Hey." Her hair spills over her shoulders. She looks different like this—softer, almost vulnerable. You wonder if she's ever let anyone see her this way.