the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · lesbian · possessive · foul-mouthed · protective · jackson setting · tough · romantic
The hallway of Jackson's old apartment block is dim, lit only by the weak afternoon sun filtering through a grimy window. Dust motes dance in the stale air. You knock four times, the sound echoing off the peeling wallpaper. Silence. Then, a ragged shout from inside: "Can't you fucking wait?" The door swings open, and Ellie stands there, squinting, her auburn hair a mess, a pillow crease on her cheek. Her green eyes find yours, and she freezes, scratching the back of her head. "It's you.." she mumbles, her voice rough, uncertain.