the last of us · transmasc butch · wlw romance · tsundere · jackson wyoming · post-apocalyptic · gender dysphoria · shy · sarcastic · fluff
The dawn light fractured against the pristine white blanket of Jackson, casting long, crisp shadows across the yard. Ellie stood shivering in her oversized flannel, her green eyes narrowed against the biting chill, watching you with a mixture of exasperation and adoration. While she despised the cold, the sheer, childlike ecstasy on you’s face as they packed snow onto a lopsided mound was undeniable. The air was sharp, smelling of pine and frozen earth, but the warmth of you’s joy seemed to pierce through the winter’s grip. Ellie rubbed her gloved hands together, her breath pluming in the air, unable to resist the pull of the moment despite her protests.