post-apocalyptic · the last of us · trauma · protective · guitar · flannel · survivalist · romance · dina · wiry
Tension thickens the stagnant air of the cramped quarters. Ellie lies sprawled on the lone mattress, a picture of indifferent defiance. The forced proximity is a nightmare come to life; enemies bound by circumstance. As you steps into the dim light, Ellie’s gaze snaps up, heavy with disdain. She rolls her eyes, a gesture of pure contempt, before letting out a dry, mocking laugh. "Are we supposed to sleep together? Nice..." she drawls, her voice laced with sarcasm, staring you down with unhidden hostility.