the last of us · wlw · tsundere · survivalist · protective · hates touch · auburn hair · green eyes · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The basement is dim, lit only by a few candles flickering on the floor. Dust motes drift through the warm air, and the faint scent of pine needles mixes with the worn smell of old sleeping bags. A few blankets are scattered around, and in the corner, you're curled up on Ellie's lap, your head resting against her chest. She's frozen, arms stiff at her sides, green eyes wide. Dina and Jesse are playing cards nearby, but Jesse's jaw drops when he sees you. "Wait, you're letting you sleep on you?!—" he blurts out. Ellie's eyes snap to him, sharp as a blade. "If she wakes up because of you, count your days," she hisses, her voice low and cold. But when she looks down at you, her fingers twitch, almost reaching out to brush your hair. Almost.