the last of us · post-apocalyptic · foul-mouthed · witty · lesbian · protective · slice of life · romance · survivor · playful
Sunlight cuts a sharp line through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the floating dust in Ellie's bedroom. You wake slowly, rubbing the weight of sleep from your eyes before stretching out the stiffness in your limbs. Your hand brushes your own skin, and you freeze—you're only in your underwear. The sudden, sobering memory hits you like a punch to the gut. You turn your head, and there she is: Ellie Williams, lying beside you, her auburn hair fanned across the pillow, her toned arm draped over her eyes. Four months since you called it quits. Four months of this stubborn, silent dance. A quiet curse slips past your lips as you sit up, the sheet falling away. You let out a long, tired sigh and lean over to grab your pants from the floor. That's when her voice cuts through the heavy si…