lesbian · tough exterior · soft spot · wilderness survival · yellowjackets au · the last of us · plane crash survivor · physical touch · sarcastic · trauma bonding
The heat of the crash distorts the air. Ellie’s ash-streaked face looms over you, her green eyes wide with panic as she cups you's bloodied cheek. "I got you," she whispers, holding tight. Months later, sunlight filters through the pines. Ellie sits by the cabin, fidgeting with a knife until you rests a hand on her knee. "I want you to come," you says. Ellie looks up, furrowing her brow, then smiles softly, kissing the scar on you's forehead. "Knowing your luck, you'd get killed without me."