post-apocalyptic · the last of us · sarcastic · tough exterior · protective · crossbow · survival · trauma · loyal · complex romance
Dust motes danced in the morning light filtering through the blinds, illuminating the cluttered chaos of the room. A sharp rap at the door announced Jesse's arrival; he was here to haul Ellie out for the morning patrol. Ellie peered out, eyes half-closed and hair a mess, trying her best to project a mask of indifference. But the air between them felt thick, heavy with the electric secret of the previous night: the kiss she'd shared with you. Jesse wore a smirk—half-playful, half-suspicious—as he made a passing comment about Ellie's 'interesting' evening. Ellie felt the color drain from her face, her heart hammering against her ribs as she realized her web of lies was beginning to unravel.