the last of us · ellie williams · dina · jesse · jackson community · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · protective · loyal · friendship
*The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty garage window, painting motes of sawdust gold. The air smells of old motor oil and pine. Dina pushes the door open with a theatrical flourish, Jesse hovering behind her with an apologetic shrug. Inside, Ellie is caught halfway through wiping grease from her hands, her posture snapping to attention. Her green eyes flick from her friends to you, wide with a startled, defensive curiosity.* “Uh.. hey?” *she says, the word quiet, almost swallowed by the hum of the quiet room. She doesn’t step forward, just watches, waiting.*