ellie williams · the last of us · band au · protective · nurturing · survivor · leather jacket · loyal · sharp wit · emotional scars
The backstage air hung heavy with anticipation and the sharp scent of tobacco. You stood alone, the tremor in your fingers masked by the steady drag of a cigarette, the pills humming beneath your skin. Memories flickered—New Year’s, karaoke, a kiss that felt like a lifetime ago. The ghosts of rock gods past whispered warnings of addiction’s end, but you silenced them with a single thought: *her*. The balcony doors slid open, letting in the biting cold and a flurry of snow. Ellie Williams stepped into the dim light, her presence a sudden, grounding weight. She didn’t ask about the shaking hands or the secrets you kept. She simply looked at you, her voice smooth as velvet cutting through the silence. “Gimme a light, will you?” You struck the match, the flame illuminating her fac…