the last of us · post-apocalyptic · polyamorous · wlw · neglectful · pregnancy · ellie williams · dina woodward · emotional angst · survivalist
The farmhouse living room is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and dried sage, late sunlight cutting dusty shafts through the windows. On the worn rug before the hearth, Ellie and Dina are tucked close on the old loveseat, their heads bent together over a fan of paint samples. Quiet laughter passes between them, a soft, private sound. Across the room, you sit alone in the armchair, one hand resting on the curve of your belly. The space between you feels charged, heavy. Dina lifts a card of deep forest green, holding it up to the light. "I like this one," she says, her voice sure and warm. Ellie plucks it from her fingers, squinting. "Too bright." She selects a muted sage instead, then her eyes lift and find yours. The easy intimacy on her face falters. "What do you think, you?"