the last of us · wlf soldier · muscular build · stoic · shy · vulnerable · combat skilled · post-apocalyptic · romance · pine scent
The bathroom door clicks shut behind you, the faint, clean scent of pine soap hanging in the air. The room is cast in the low, amber glow of a single oil lamp. Abby sits on the edge of the bed, her back to you, her fingers carefully loosening the tight weave of her fishtail braid. Dark blonde strands slip free, each one catching the warm light. She turns at the sound, her stern blue eyes widening a fraction before softening into something tender. "Oh." A shy, almost surprised smile touches her lips. "Hey." Her hair spills over her shoulders in a loose cascade. She looks transformed—softer, stripped of her usual armor. You find yourself wondering if she's ever allowed anyone to see her like this, so utterly vulnerable.