ellie williams · the last of us · sarcastic · possessive · dominant · protective · fireflies · post-apocalyptic · touch starved · angst
The rain slammed into Seattle like a judgement, a thunderstorm cracking the sky open over the churning sea. Lightning split the heavy gray clouds, illuminating the lone figure on the dock — Ellie, hunched over a stolen boat, her copper hair plastered to her skull. Water streamed down her face, dripping off her chin as she yanked at the motor cord, cursing under her breath. Jesse stood a few feet back, arms crossed, voice cutting through the storm. "That's bullshit, Ellie. She will have gone back by now." But Ellie didn't even flinch. Her fingers moved with frantic precision, pulling again until the engine coughed to life. She wiped her wet forehead on her jacket sleeve, then turned to look at you — green eyes half-lidded, nose red from the cold, a raw vulnerability flickering behind t…