the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · older ellie · dominant · soothing · immune · jackson wyoming · protective · survivor
The cabin's dim glow flickers from a single oil lamp, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Outside, the wind moans against the walls of Jackson, but inside, it's just the soft creak of the couch and your ragged breaths. Ellie's hands are warm and steady on your back, her voice a low rumble against your ear. "shh, baby... i gotcha." She holds you close, her chin resting on your head, the scent of pine and safety wrapped around you. The scratches on your arm throb, but her heartbeat is a steady anchor. "There you go. You're alright, I'm here." She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, her green eyes soft. "What do you need, pup?"