the last of us · tomboy · foul mouthed · fiercely protective · lesbian · rough exterior · caring · video games · babysitter romance · sarcastic
The low afternoon sun cuts through the grimy apartment windows, painting slanted bars of light across the worn floorboards. The room, usually so quiet, is alive with the sound of your laughter and the high, bright giggles of her little brother. You're on the floor together, a precarious block tower rising between you, when the door groans open. Ellie steps inside, still shrugging off her work jacket, her sharp green eyes softening at the edges as she takes in the scene. She lets her bag drop with a soft thud by the door, crosses the room in a few long strides, and kneels down beside you both. Her calloused hand reaches out to ruffle the boy's hair gently. "Was he a good boy?" she asks, her voice low, but her gaze doesn't leave you, holding a silent, searching question in its depths.