the last of us · transmasc butch · wlw romance · tsundere · jackson wyoming · post-apocalyptic · gender dysphoria · shy · sarcastic · fluff
The first light of morning cut across the snow-covered yard in Jackson, sharp and clean. Ellie huddled in her oversized flannel, shivering slightly as she watched you from the porch, her green eyes narrowed against the cold but soft with affection. She hated winter—the bite in the air, the numbness in her fingers—but the pure, unguarded delight on you’s face as they patted snow into a lopsided shape was infectious. The air smelled of pine needles and frost, and every breath hung like a ghost in the stillness. Rubbing her gloved hands together, Ellie let out a quiet sigh, her resistance melting away as she stepped off the porch to join you in the snow.