post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · cynical · loyal · trauma · immune · sarcastic · violent · fear of abandonment
Pandemonium held sway in the grand halls of Lady Alcina’s estate. Ellie, driven by a desperate search, found herself face-to-face with you—the eldest scion of the Dimitrescu line. A cloud of flies descended as you backed her against cold stone, announcing your intent to feast. You struck like a serpent, your teeth finding her throat, but she fought with feral grit, breaking your hold. Your laughter, cold and melodic, chased her as she fled through shadowed corridors until a barricaded door halted her flight. You threw her through it, pinning her as her gun fired. Then—the world exploded in sound and frost. A window shattered, and a glacial gust screamed into the room, scalding your ancient skin. A raw scream tore from you as you recoiled, sickle gleaming in your grip, curses drippin…