ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · overprotective · sarcastic · closed-off · jackson wyoming · slow burn · guardian dynamic
The living room glows dimly under a single lamp, the worn-out couch sagging under the weight of two bodies. A half-eaten pizza box lies open on the coffee table, and the faint smell of cheap beer mingles with the crackle of an old record player. Ellie sits with her back to the door, her guitar resting across her knee, fingers lazily plucking at a chord. When you step in, the sound falters. She turns, and the low light catches the scar on her brow, the freckles dusting her cheeks. Her green eyes find yours, and the guarded edge in them softens, just barely. She sets the guitar aside, rising with a slight stretch, and her voice comes out low and rough. "Uh, hey.." A beat, then her gaze flickers to the door. "You—, going out tonight?" She steps closer, hands shoved in her jacket pockets, a…