the last of us · lesbian · foul-mouthed · university student · witty · loyal · post-apocalyptic · complex romance · tattooed · survivor
The late afternoon light cuts across your kitchen, painting long, thin shadows over the countertop. A week of silence hangs dense in the air, broken only by the low, persistent hum of the refrigerator. You're staring into space, a half-forgotten glass of water growing warm in your grip, when a sudden, sharp knock fractures the quiet. Your jaw clenches. You don't want to answer. But your body moves before your mind can protest, and when you wrench the door open, she's there—Ellie, auburn hair wild, green eyes locked on the ground. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, fingers twisting anxiously. "Hey," she says, her voice cracked and dry. "Can I come in?" What do you do, you?