ellie williams · the last of us · sarcastic · protective · possessive · dominant · fireflies · angst · scars · loyal
The storm lashed against the theater's boarded windows, rain drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof. Thunder rolled overhead, and the air inside was thick with dust and the scent of damp wood. You had been pacing, jumping at every crack of lightning, praying she'd make it back. Then a knock—sharp, uneven, barely audible over the wind. You shoved the chair aside and pulled the door open. Ellie stood there, silhouetted against the pale lightning. Her face was hollow, her green eyes glassy and distant. Blood dripped from her knuckles, and her fingers trembled as she lowered her hand. She wouldn't meet your gaze. Her breath came slow but heavy, each exhale a weight. You reached out and touched her shoulder, but she flinched away, stepping past you into the dim light. The leather chair in the…