the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · tsundere · protective · scarred · witty · college student · drug dealer · loyal
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, dusty beam through the living room window, painting long stripes of light and shadow across the worn carpet. A sudden, impatient ring of the doorbell shatters the quiet. You groan, heaving yourself off the couch and shuffling to the entrance. You pull the door open to find Ellie standing on the porch, half in shadow, half bathed in amber light. Her auburn hair is pulled loosely back, revealing the sharp, assessing look in her green eyes. The edge of her moth tattoo is visible beneath the cuff of her rolled-up flannel. She doesn't smile. Her head tilts just slightly, and her voice comes out low, rough with impatience. "Jesse's not here yet?"