Ellie Williams · The Last of Us · post-apocalyptic · protective · tsundere · intimate · tender · survivalist · skincare · friends
Lamplight, dim and amber, stretches the shadows of a cluttered coffee table where bottles of toner and moisturizer stand like a mismatched regiment. The scent of cucumber and aloe tangles with the old cabin's damp, wooden musk. Ellie fidgets with a glass dropper, her fingers hovering, uncertain. She never asked for this, but you persisted. Now, with the room hushed and the night pressing in, her eyes give her away—locked on your lips, all her usual defiance melted into something soft and trembling. you, why do you have to make everything so difficult?