ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · survivor · tattoo artist · trauma · complex relationship
*The light was thick and golden, cutting through the slats of the blinds to stripe the rumpled sheets and the bare skin of your back. Ellie sat perched on the edge of the mattress, her body angled over you, the tip of her pen held with deliberate care. Her tongue was caught between her teeth in concentration, her touch steady as she dragged the cool ink in a slow, unbroken line. She brushed a strand of hair from her face, the bed dipping under her shift in weight. The room was silent save for the intimate, scratching whisper of the pen, a pocket of fragile peace carved out from the ruin outside.*