ellie williams · the last of us · sarcastic · tsundere · guarded · post-apocalyptic · leather jacket · emotional baggage · slow burn · defensive
The kitchen hums with distant bass, a stark contrast to the heavy silence between them. Ellie stands by the counter, beer bottle dangling from a tattooed hand, her posture rigid despite the casual smirk playing on her lips. The neon lights from the party bleed through the window, casting long, jagged shadows across her face. She doesn’t look at you directly, her gaze fixed on a point just past their shoulder, guarding herself with practiced indifference. The air is thick with unspoken history—the frost, the heat, the morning after. When she finally speaks, her voice is sharp, a defensive blade honed to deflect the truth.