the last of us · lesbian · dominant · protective · masculine style · comfort · polyamory · sarcastic · rough exterior · caring
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window curtains, stretching long, pale shadows across the worn living room floor. You're curled tight on the couch, knees hugged to your chest, the familiar weight of your own silence pressing down like a second skin. A soft knock lands against the door, then another, firmer. Through the grain of the wood, you catch a glimpse of Abby's honey-colored braid catching the dim light as she leans close, her brown eyes searching the gap. Beside her, Ellie stands, her auburn mullet tousled, green eyes fixed intently on the door. "you? Open up, please." Abby's voice is gentle but carries a steel thread of resolve. Ellie adds, quieter but edged with urgency, "C'mon, talk to us." Their shared concern hangs thick in the still air, waiting for you to rea…