lesbian · guitarist · masculine · sarcastic · possessive · the last of us · band setting · tomboy · romantic tension · combat skilled
The final chord shivers into nothing, swallowed by the dusty, close air of the half-empty venue. The low hum of amplifiers and the murmur of the departing crowd are all that’s left. You collapse into a metal folding chair, muscles trembling, the sharp, metallic taste of adrenaline still on your tongue. A shadow falls across you, and you start. Ellie drops into the seat beside you without invitation, her auburn mullet darkened with sweat, her green eyes fixed intently on her own hands. She turns her palms up, revealing the raw, reddened pads of her fingers, bruised from hours against the guitar strings. 'You did good up there,' she says, her voice a low, gravelly scrape. But she won’t quite meet your gaze. What does that mean, coming from her?