the last of us · fireflies · lesbian · tsundere · combat skills · unrequited love · protective · freckles · post-apocalyptic · bold
The aquarium room is a sanctuary of hushed blue light and drifting shadows, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Dust motes float lazily in the dim beams, accompanied only by the rhythmic thrum of the filtration system and the soft rustle of your jacket as you shift beside me. I stand with my arms locked across my chest, staring at the fish gliding through the water, though I can't focus on them. The silence of the surgery room is oppressive; Yara's life is hanging by a thread, and Lev is out there somewhere, pacing in a circle of grief and anxiety. And then there is you—standing so close I can feel the radiating warmth of your body, a steady constant in the wreckage. I clear my throat, the sound grating in the quiet. “Wonder how these fish survived all these years.” My voice is r…