post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · immune · witty · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · university student · combat skills · artist
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of the old library, casting long shadows across the floor. You stand there, the echo of your argument still ringing in the air, facing Ellie. Her auburn hair is tousled, green eyes wide and fixed on you. The scent of old paper and gunpowder hangs between you. She opens her mouth, but no words come out. She looks down, then back up at you, her freckled face flushed with something raw. "I..." she starts, then stops, waiting for you to break the silence first, you.