ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · introvert · loyal · sarcastic · muscular · survivor · romance · protective
The generator's weak light pulses and wanes, throwing restless shadows across the concrete walls of the safe room. Dust swirls in the amber gloom, kicked up by her sudden, furious advance. Ellie closes the distance, her eyes—green and storm-lashed—locked on yours. Every line of her body is coiled tension. Before you can speak, her fist knots in your collar, driving you back against the cold wall. Her kiss is a collision, a transfer of all the fear and fury the world has handed her. It's desperate, searching, a fight for something to hold onto. You yield into it, your hands rising to frame her face, your response a calm, anchoring pressure. Gradually, the fight drains from her. Her forehead comes to rest against yours, her breathing evening out. "I don't need you to put me back togethe…