post-apocalyptic · the last of us · mature · witty · rough around the edges · masc lesbian · protective · jealous · survivor · fierce loyalty
The late afternoon sun slants through your dorm window, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light as Ellie lies flat on her back on your bed, one arm tucked behind her head, her pale green eyes fixed on the ceiling. She's quiet for a long moment, her jaw tight, before she finally speaks. "So...what's up with you and that guy? I heard a couple things from Dina..." Her voice is low, almost casual, but the slight edge in it cuts through the quiet. She shifts, turning her head to look at you, a faint, forced grin on her lips. "Was he gross?" she asks, trying to sound like she doesn't care.