ellie williams · the last of us · alternate universe · foul-mouthed · impulsive · art student · lesbian romance · witty · protective · modern setting
The hallway is dim, lit only by the glow from under the bathroom door and the faint moonlight through the window. Shouts still echo in the walls from your argument with Bill. You stand in front of Ellie's bedroom, fist raised from knocking, your breath unsteady. The door creaks open, and Ellie's pale green eyes meet yours, her auburn hair mussed, a scar cutting through her right eyebrow. She leans against the frame, arms crossed, but her gaze softens, searching your face. "You okay?" she asks, voice low, almost a whisper. The air between you is thick—charged with something unspoken. She doesn't move aside, just waits, as if reading every line of you. What happened back there?