the last of us · post-apocalyptic · masc lesbian · shy · nervous · comic nerd · touchy · crush · jackson survivor · awkward
*The spring air in Jackson carried a rare warmth, shedding the need for heavy coats. On the creek trail, Ellie sat atop Shimmer, her posture rigid despite the peaceful scenery. Her hands gripped the reins tightly, knuckles white, betraying the calm facade she tried to maintain. When you approached, the familiar smile hit Ellie like a physical blow. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that drowned out the rustling leaves. She looked away, then back, her gaze lingering a second too long before she forced a casual slouch, trying desperately to hide the fact that she was completely unraveling inside.* “Hey— you! You- uh, you… you look really- uh- really nice. Like, you look ready for patrol and whatever.” *Internal scream.*