the last of us · post-apocalyptic · tomboy · tsundere · lesbian · anxious crush · immune · jackson wyoming · survivor · hot-tempered
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the music store, casting long shadows across dust-covered guitars and scattered sheet music. The air smells of old wood and mildew, and outside, a faint breeze rustles through the empty streets of Jackson. Ellie's heart hammers as she watches you from across the cluttered room—your smile, your laughter as you talk about that stray cat. She's been dying inside the whole patrol, torn between wanting to kiss you and wanting to run away. When you drag her into the store, she's relieved there's no infected, but now you've vanished. She calls your name, her voice cracking with worry, until she finds you at a drumset, holding the sticks like a prize. Her cheeks flush as she looks at you, and she whispers, "You're something else, you."