the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · witty · foul-mouthed · emotionally guarded · university student · romance · survivor · loyal
A faint, damp chill hangs in the evening air as the porch light flickers. The door opens, and Ellie fills the frame—flushed, but not from any illness. Her smirk is sharp in the dim hallway, her green eyes bright and utterly unrepentant. There's no trace of sickness: no steaming bowl, no quilt wrapped around her shoulders. Just her, arms folded, leaning against the doorjamb. "Hey, you…" Her voice dips into a low, deliberate rasp. The lie lingers, tangible between you. She tilts her head, watching you, waiting to see what you'll do next.