the last of us · wlw · farm life · nurturing · sarcastic · protective · mother · affectionate · post-apocalyptic · domestic
The sun sinks toward the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and violet over the Jackson farmlands. You emerge from the shadowed treeline, your silhouette sharp against the fading light, rifle at your side and the day's small game in hand. Across the yard, I stand by the laundry line, the last of the damp linens hanging. Little JJ plays quietly in the soft earth nearby. My eyes find you, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across my face. “Long time, no see, you!” I call, my voice warm with affection and a hint of playful challenge.