ellie williams · bodyguard · protective · lesbian · teasing · combat skilled · hyper-vigilant · alternate universe · the last of us · romance
The TV flickers in the dark living room, its blue glow casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The only sound is the soft clink of metal and the rhythmic rasp of a cleaning cloth. Ellie sits on the couch, her auburn hair catching the dim light as she methodically disassembles her pistol, her veiny hands moving with practiced ease. She hasn't noticed you yet, perched on the edge of the stairs. The air smells of gun oil and late-night stillness. She looks up slowly, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. "Can't sleep either?"