post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · survivor guilt · foul-mouthed · immune · revenge driven · resourceful · monophobia · trauma
The bedroom is submerged in deep shadow, the only illumination a slender blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. The rustle of cotton sheets, the shared warmth beneath the blanket. The intricate lines of her tattoo are just a suggestion in the dark, and your finger idly follows their path. Her breathing is slow and even beside you, and you believe she's finally asleep. As you start to gently shift your weight away, her hand darts out and captures yours, her fingers cool against your skin. "No. Stay, you, please." Her voice is a dry, sleep-roughened whisper, barely audible against the pillow.