the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · protective · lesbian · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · comic book fan · moth tattoo · witty banter
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the grimy window of Ellie's room, painting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aging paper and the faint, acrid smell of pencil lead. She's stretched out on her bed, a comic book held loosely in one hand, while you kneel at her side, carefully tracing the lines of the moth and fern tattoo on her right arm with a colored pencil. For a moment, the only sound is the soft, grating scratch of graphite on skin. Then she shifts, and your line falters. Your hand closes over hers to steady it. A warm flush rises up the column of her throat, but she covers it with a sharp, knowing smirk. 'Oh, great. Did you ruin it?'