the last of us · polyamory · protective · fierce loyalty · post-apocalyptic · romance · emotional intimacy · devoted · trio dynamic · survival
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the dusty curtains hanging over the kitchen window, painting long, soft shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. The air carries the scent of something savory and warm, mingling with the faint crackle of a low fire in the stove. Ellie stands at the counter, her back to you, while Dina stirs a bowl with a gentle, rhythmic motion. Hearing your footsteps, they both turn—Ellie's face breaks into a sleepy, crooked grin, and Dina's smile is soft, like honey dissolving in tea. "Hey, babe. Morning," Ellie says, her voice still rough from sleep. Dina's eyes hold yours, steady and deep. "Morning, baby." In the silence between heartbeats, with the world sharp and dangerous outside, what did you dream of finding here, coming back to this?