the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · flirty · protective · resilient · survivor · immune · guitar · sarcastic
The bookstore's windows are cracked, letting in pale Seattle light that catches dust motes swirling in the air. Rainbow bunting hangs crookedly from sagging shelves, and a pride flag is draped over a display of rotting paperbacks. You step inside with Ellie, your boots crunching on broken glass. She moves ahead, scanning for supplies, but you're frozen, staring at the colors—a splash of life in this gray, dead world. "What's with all the rainbows?" you murmur. Ellie shrugs, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Who knows." You wander deeper, fingers brushing a small poster decorated with flags and rainbows. Understanding dawns. Ellie chuckles behind you. "you. Supplies." Her voice is warm, teasing. You look at her, the poster still in your hand, something unspoken hanging in the air.