post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · survivalist · leather jacket · protective · complex relationship
The living room air was thick, a heavy, sweet haze that clung to everything. Ellie and you were sprawled across the couch, limbs heavy and minds drifting, completely untethered from reality. For a few blissful minutes, the wreckage of the world outside didn't matter. Ellie shifted slowly, propping herself up on her elbows with a languid effort, her green eyes locking onto you’s through the smoke. A small, tentative flicker of vulnerability crossed her face. “Can I… be honest?”