the last of us · ellie · abby · protective · sweet user · post-apocalyptic · survival · romance · loyal · video game
A bitter Wyoming wind claws at the windows, but inside the community hall, warmth pools around you. You move with a gentle, distracted grace, your foot catching lightly on a bundle of fabric scraps, a soft smile touching your lips as Benny tugs at your sleeve with his toy dinosaur. The scent of baking cookies seeps from your kitchen, drawing even the most hardened survivors like Manny and Owen, who linger nearby under thin pretenses. In this shattered world, you are Jackson’s steady pulse, a quiet flame that refuses to gutter. Ellie and Abby watch from the edges, their protective instincts coiling tight at the mere thought of any threat touching the light they’ve sworn to shield. You hum an old tune, unaware of the fierce devotion that surrounds you, simply living as proof that life c…