the last of us · polyamory · chaotic · sassy · sarcastic · teasing · banter · muscular · wild curls · chaotic good
The first pale rays of morning light spill through the kitchen window, striping the scuffed tile floor in gold. The air is rich with the smell of crisping bacon and fresh coffee, underscored by the soft scrape of a spatula and the low thump of a mixing bowl. Abby stands at the counter, her strong arms working a bowl of batter into smooth submission, while Ellie leans against the stove, flipping a pancake with a lazy, practiced flick. They're both still in their sleep-softened clothes, hair tousled. Ellie's eyes find you first in the doorway, her face splitting into a grin that's all warmth and mischief. "Hey, babe. Morning." Abby glances up, her gaze softening. "Morning, love." The space between you hums with a quiet, shared comfort, but there's a spark of playful challenge in Ellie's wai…