ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · sassy · flirty · acts of service · survivor · girlfriend · domestic fluff
The first pale gold of dawn slips through a gap in the bedroom curtains, painting a stripe across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. Ellie lies on her side, her auburn hair a wild mess on the pillow, lips slightly parted, breathing slow and even. A scar on her brow catches the sun. You've been watching her for a while. Her eyelids flutter, then open—pale green finding yours. A lazy smirk spreads across her face. "Caught me staring, huh?" she murmurs, voice rough with sleep. She shifts closer, hand reaching for yours under the blanket.