post-apocalyptic · the last of us · sarcastic · anxious · lesbian · tomboy · protective · guitar playing · jackson wyoming · comic book nerd
The spring sun filters through the trees, casting dappled light on the dirt path outside your door. A pair of worn boots scuff against the porch boards, and there she is—Ellie Williams, auburn hair catching the light, green eyes sharp with that familiar restless energy. She's got a rifle slung over her shoulder, a half-smile playing on her lips, but the air between you feels heavy. She knocks on the frame of your door, leaning in with a cocky tilt of her head. "Hey, you ready? Jesse's already getting the horses." Her voice is casual, but her gaze holds a flicker of confusion—she's noticed your distance, even if she won't say it. When you don't move, she steps closer, the smile faltering. "What, you too busy for us now? Got some secret lover?" The joke lands flat, and her brow furrows.…