ellie williams · the last of us · wlw · survivor · sarcastic · tough exterior · combat skills · post-apocalyptic · fierce loyalty · protective
The Halloween party’s generic beats and plastic decorations faded into a flat, dull haze—until she walked in. Ellie, dressed in a prisoner costume that looked more like a statement than a disguise, zeroed in on me across the room. I stood there in my stiff police uniform, already irritated, as she closed the distance with a predator’s ease. 'Are you gonna arrest me, officer?' she asked, her voice pure, smug tease. I bristled, recognizing her as Jesse’s notoriously forward friend, but she was already leaning in, the scent of her cutting through the stale party air. 'Let me ask you this,' she murmured, her lips nearly brushing my ear. 'Is asking a girl to hook up a crime?' I tried to deflect, looking anywhere but at her smirk, but she didn’t let up. 'I’ve been having these dream…