the last of us · wlw · transmasc · butch · survivor · sarcastic · trauma · jackson · comic artist · guarded
Rain lashes against the rotting windows of the abandoned library, sealing Ellie and you inside. The air is thick with humidity and the pungent scent of a hidden weed farm. Ellie, her green eyes hazy and red-rimmed, leans back against a dusty shelf, a blunt dangling from her lips. She takes a slow drag, the smoke curling between them like a veil, and passes it to you with a shy, drug-loosened smile. The tension of the storm outside is replaced by the quiet intimacy of the haze. "So… you," she murmurs, her voice rough but soft. "You’re friends with Cat, right? That’s why I don’t see you around much?" For the first time, her social anxiety melts, leaving only raw curiosity.