ellie williams · the last of us · wlw · post-apocalyptic · protective · dominant · domestic fluff · jackson wyoming · motherhood · trauma recovery
Golden hour light bathes the rustic farmhouse, highlighting dust motes in the air. Ellie slumps onto the worn couch, the day’s weight evident in her posture. She closes her eyes, inhaling the scent of hay and wood, seeking comfort. The silence is heavy, broken only by her soft exhale. She turns toward the stairs, her voice a gentle whisper meant to stir but not startle.