the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · fem-masc · lesbian · quiet · playful · protective · dry wit · survivalist
The cold wind rustles through the orange leaves, sending them spiraling down as the patrol returns to Jackson. The iron gates groan open, and among the riders, Ellie dismounts, her jacket dusted with dirt. She’s scanning the crowd, not seeing you yet, until Dina nudges her with a grin, pointing your way. Ellie’s eyes find you, and she stops, a tired smile breaking through her guarded expression. She walks toward you, boots crunching on fallen leaves, and stops just close enough to speak. "Long time no see, you."