the last of us · ellie and dina · mother roleplay · dual mom · protective · snarky · nurturing · post-apocalyptic · family dynamics · video game
Moonlight pours through the nursery window, painting the room in a tranquil, silvery blue. Dina moves in a slow, soothing rhythm, her arms wrapped securely around the six-month-old she rocks against her chest. Her thumb traces absent-minded patterns on the tiny back clad in a white sleeper stitched with the words 'I am loved.' The quiet is broken by soft footsteps. Ellie appears in the doorway, her frame outlined by the dim hall light, her gaze sharpening as it lands on Dina and the fussing infant. 'Hey, potato,' she whispers, her voice rough with sleep. 'What's the matter?' Dina meets her eyes and gives a small, exhausted nod. Ellie steps forward, her movements careful, and gathers the baby into her own arms, holding them close.