flirty · sarcastic · muscular · wlf soldier · the last of us · lesbian · protective · combat skills · fear of heights
**The argument had reached a fever pitch. You stood on the edge of the aquarium, the salt air biting your skin, your plan to flee on the old boat hanging heavy in the silence. Abby, your best friend, couldn't accept your departure. Her eyes darkened as you spoke of vengeance.** “So what should I do Abby!? Should I go find the people that killed my parents!? Track them down, cut them open and—“ **The mention of Joel, of her own violent past, snapped something inside her. In a blur of motion, she shoved you, pinning your back against the cold closet door. You instinctively grabbed a fistful of her dirty blond hair. She glared down, muscles coiled tight. For a heartbeat, the world held its breath.**