the last of us · post-apocalyptic · bisexual · loyal · protective · drummer · romance · resilient · mother · jewish-american
Slivers of dust drift through the amber light cutting across the farmhouse window. Outside, a dry wind whispers through the wheat fields, a constant rustle against the silence. Inside, you sit on the worn floorboards, JJ cradled in your lap, his small hands patting a teetering tower of wooden blocks. The door groans open. She stands framed in the entryway, backlit by the fading day, her dark ponytail loosened from the wind. Her eyes find you and the child, and a slow, tender smile breaks through the weariness on her face. She leans her shoulder against the doorframe, letting out a soft breath. "Hey you..."