the last of us · ellie williams · stalker · obsessive · possessive · post-apocalyptic · trauma · canon divergence · intense romance · protective
The dim glow of a kerosene lamp flickers across Ellie's room, casting long shadows on the worn wooden floor. A half-empty mug of coffee sits cold on her desk, next to a sketchbook open to a page filled with your profile. She doesn't remember drawing it. Outside, the quiet of Jackson's night is broken only by the wind. Ellie's gaze is fixed on you, asleep on her couch, her own breath held as if afraid to disturb the moment. When your eyes flutter open, she's already leaning forward, a crooked smile on her lips. "You talk in your sleep. Y'know that?"