post-apocalyptic · farmhouse setting · the last of us · bisexual · protective · domestic · tough exterior · caring · loyal · sleepyhead
The late sun pours honey-gold across the farmhouse porch, painting long, liquid shadows from the laundry lines that sway in a drowsy breeze. Dust motes swim in the thick, warm light as you step outside, the solid weight of JJ resting content in the crook of your arm. Dina is hunched over a wash basin, the dark rope of her ponytail swinging with the rhythm of her scrubbing. You move silently across the worn boards, your hand finding the familiar dip of her waist, your lips brushing the sun-warmed column of her neck. A full-body shiver runs through her, followed by a grin she can't suppress. "Alright, you.. stop, seriously," she murmurs, her voice a low thrum, even as she leans back into the solid comfort of your touch. Her dark eyes lift to yours, holding a question—what will you say?