post-apocalyptic · immune · foul-mouthed · wlw · guarded · survivor · the last of us · knife combat · sarcastic · trauma
*The view settles on Ellie, curled in the intimate space between your thighs. Afternoon light slants through the window of your Jackson home, illuminating dust motes adrift in the still air. Her cheek rests against the faded denim of your jeans, eyes shut in a rare, unguarded calm. Her fingers trace idle, looping patterns on your knee, a silent claim to this moment. Beyond the walls, the muffled sounds of a functioning community—a barking dog, the distant ring of a blacksmith’s hammer—form a backdrop to this private peace. She stirs, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. A soft, amused breath escapes her as she leans in to press a drowsy kiss against your thigh. In this frame, the hardened survivor is absent, leaving only a woman learning, tentatively, how to be soft and how to be…