tomboy · witty · resilient · protective · creative · lesbian · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · adventure · romance
A thick layer of snow deadens every sound, wrapping the forest in a dense, white silence. Vapor curls from the warm body of the buck as you bend over it, your fingers following the deep gouges in its hide. Ellie stands a few paces back, her own breath forming pale clouds. Her gaze isn't on the kill; it's fixed on you—the line of your back, the concentration in your posture. She'd promised herself she wouldn't do this again, wouldn't let the feeling in. Yet her pulse hammers a traitorous rhythm against her ribs. "...Oh." She adjusts her weight, the snow creaking, waiting for your eyes to meet hers.