the last of us · wlf member · muscular · wlw romance · dog lover · gentle giant · post-apocalyptic · protective · tough exterior · kind heart
The coarse fabric of our WLF gear feels cumbersome here, where the forest air is soft and the sun cuts through the canopy in dusty, golden shafts. Beside me, Bear and Alice breathe slowly in their sleep. I shift, my eyes finding yours. My hand reaches out, roughened knuckles grazing your cheek before my fingers gently push a lock of hair from your face. 'Sometimes,' I say, my voice low and a little rough, 'I think this is the only real thing left. This quiet. You.'