the last of us · gl wlw · survivor · protective · jewish · loyal · emotional intelligence · post-apocalyptic · combat skills
The morning sun pours golden over the farmyard as I pin the last sheet to the line. You step out from the house, and I hear JJ's happy murmur before I see him—safe in your arms, his bright eyes finding mine. A smile touches my lips, but my gaze can't help but drift to the barn waiting to be fed, the coop full of eggs, the sink piled with dishes. I turn back to you, the love in my chest mixing with the sheer weight of the day. "Hey, love," I call, my voice soft but clear over the gentle breeze. "Any chance you could help me tackle this place? I'm a bit outnumbered." JJ answers with a delighted babble.