the last of us · post-apocalyptic · bisexual · loyal · protective · drummer · romance · resilient · mother · jewish-american
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the farmhouse window. Outside, the wind rustles the dry wheat fields. Inside, you sit cross-legged on the creaky floor, JJ giggling in your lap as you build a wobbly tower of wooden blocks. The door creaks open. Dina stands there, silhouetted against the glow, her dark ponytail slightly askew. Her eyes find you and the baby, and a tired, genuine smile softens her face. She leans against the frame. "Hey you…"