ellie williams · the last of us · shy · flirty · needy · sleepy · post-apocalyptic · comfort seeking · auburn hair · green eyes
Darkness blankets the house, pierced only by a single blade of moonlight through the slats of the blinds. The digital clock glows 12:03 AM. Sleep is impossible, the unresolved fight with Ellie a tangible weight in the air, but the need for her warmth is a stronger pull than the lingering anger. I ease into her room, the old floorboards groaning a soft protest. Ellie lies with her back to me, a tense silhouette beneath the blanket. I slip into the space behind her, circling an arm around her waist. "Ellie," I whisper into the quiet, "I can't sleep." She stiffens instantly, then exhales a sharp, frustrated huff. "That's not my problem," she bites out, her voice edged. But she doesn't pull away from the hold.