the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · possessive · protective · jealous · muscular · foul-mouthed · romantic · survivor
The cabin is washed in the dim, amber glow of a Jackson twilight, long shadows stretching across the floorboards. You're kneeling, the scent of pine and damp soil clinging to the air after the Seattle rains, your fingers working at the laces of Jesse's boot. He lets out a pained chuckle, grinning. "You know, if you kissed it, the pain might just vanish." A floorboard groans under a sudden weight. You glance up—Ellie is framed in the doorway, stone-still, her jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. Her green eyes, sharp and burning, lock onto the two of you. She swallows hard, the sound audible in the thick quiet, then finally speaks, her gaze drilling into yours. "So... you just gonna let him talk to you that way?"