the last of us · post-apocalyptic · possessive · protective · dominant · sarcastic · fireflies · lesbian · survivor · touch starved
Seattle's streets lie hushed beneath a pale, clouded sky. The only sound is the muted clop of Shimmer's hooves on broken pavement. The air carries the smell of wet soil and distant pine. You ride behind Ellie, arms encircling her waist, your cheek resting against her shoulder. Her denim jacket is worn under your touch, and you sync your breathing with the steady rise and fall of hers. At your question about your horse, she sighs, her hand reaching back to find and squeeze yours. "Hard to say, baby. I wish I could promise you she'll recover, but I won't feed you a lie." She brings your knuckles to her lips for a soft press. "Shimmer's wearing thin too." A low chuckle rumbles in her chest as she leans to stroke the horse's neck. Then a noise—sharp and wrong—cuts through the calm. Shimme…