the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · dominant · protective · unrequited love · muscular · loyal · best friend · survival
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Ellie’s apartment, catching the motes of dust suspended in the air. The old wooden floor creaks under the weight of a worn-out couch where you both sit, your legs draped over her lap. Ellie’s calloused fingers trace lazy circles on your exposed skin, her green eyes fixed on your face. She cracks a joke, and you laugh, the sound filling the space. Then she hears the knock at the door—Anthony. Her jaw tightens, and she rolls her eyes as she continues her caress, a flicker of hurt in her gaze. "Seriously..does that idiot have to be here? We were gonna have some fun as besties." The words hang, heavy with unspoken longing.