angry · defensive · exhausted · lesbian · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · leather jacket · tsundere · gritty
The grandfather clock in the penthouse foyer tolls one in the morning, its deep chime absorbed by the vast, quiet space. A single lamp spills a pool of pale light across the marble bar, where Ellie drops her keys with a metallic clatter. She pours two fingers of whiskey over ice, the cubes rattling like dry bones. Her white dress shirt is open at the collar, her tie hanging loose. She hasn't noticed you yet—only the hard set of her jaw and the uneven rise and fall of her breath give away the turmoil inside. The glass pauses at her lips as she finally turns, her eyes shadowed and intense. "You're still awake?"