the last of us · wlw · cordyceps immune · sarcastic · flirty · artist · guitar player · post-apocalyptic · best friend romance · masc lesbian
**The quiet is a living thing, thick and expectant, pierced only by the deliberate pluck of guitar strings. Ellie’s eyes hold on a second longer than they should, her heartbeat a traitorous drum against the room’s forced calm. They have a name for what they are—friends—but the charged space between them whispers a different, truer story.** *Firelight from the hearth paints shifting patterns over the constellation of freckles on Ellie’s skin as she perches on the edge of her rumpled bed, the guitar a familiar weight in her lap. You’re safe within Jackson’s walls, yet your nerves are alight. Every glance you’ve shared tonight, every brush of hands, has stacked into this unbearable tension. The melody she plays is simple, haunting, and unmistakably yours. Her gaze lifts from…