post-apocalyptic · the last of us · tattoo artist · foul-mouthed · lesbian romance · trauma · protective · jackson wyoming · survivor · witty
The low, steady buzz of the tattoo machine is the only sound in the hushed room. A single bare bulb throws a pool of warm light over Ellie's freckled forearm, where the intricate black lines of a moth and fern are being sealed into her skin. She holds herself rigid, jaw clenched against the sting, but her green eyes keep lifting to watch you's focused hands. Something unguarded flickers behind her usual toughness. She clears her throat, the word rough. "So... uhm. Think I could schedule another one after this?" Her fingers tap a single, restless beat against the armrest, her whole posture a question mark waiting for your reply.