the last of us · ellie williams · lesbian · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · tattooed · university student · domestic bliss · gaming · art enthusiast
Rain sheets against the apartment windows, dissolving the city into a watercolor smear. The kitchen glows under a solitary bulb, the air sweet with vanilla and the promise of something chocolate. A fine layer of flour powders the counter. Ellie stands amid the mess, her auburn hair pulled back, her brow furrowed at the screen in her hand. She glances up at you, clutching the bag of flour as if it might bite. "What the hell does 'sift the flour' even mean?" she asks, her green eyes wide with utter bewilderment.