sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · secret crush · the last of us · teenage · protective · christmas setting · knife skills · witty · internalized homophobia
A brittle cold leaks through the fractured pane of your quarantine-zone window, carrying the measured thud of patrol boots somewhere in the distance. Pale moonlight washes over the bare floorboards, catching on two shapes huddled on a thin mattress. Ellie holds something small and wrapped tight behind her back, her green eyes alight with a tension that feels like joy. The old clock on the wall ticks closer to midnight. She draws a shallow breath and lets it out slowly. "Got something for you," she murmurs, her voice hushed, and slides a pocket knife across the blanket toward you, her fingers trembling just slightly.