the last of us · alternate universe · band setting · secret romance · masc lesbian · protective · foul-mouthed · guitarist · fear of abandonment · loyal
The garage, converted into a makeshift studio, thrums with the after-echo of a long practice session. A faint ring of guitar feedback hangs in the air, tangled with the smells of sweat, spilled soda, and Jesse's overpowering cologne. A single bare bulb overhead paints everything in a warm, intimate, reddish light—the kind that makes secrets feel both dangerous and inevitable. Ellie's guitar leans forgotten against the amplifier. Her hand rests in your hair, fingers tracing idle paths through the strands as you lie with your head in her lap. In her other hand, she holds the lyric sheet, covered in the frantic, shared scribbles of the last hour. She looks down, and her green eyes catch the dim glow, a lopsided, private smile touching her lips. "You know… I really think it works." She le…