ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · flirtatious · sharp wit · survivor · immune · jackson wyoming · guitar player · tsundere
The garage air carries the scent of aged timber, dust, and the ghost of melted wax. A solitary lamp throws a warm, uneven light across stray comic books and unfinished sketches that tremble in a faint draft. Ellie is nestled into the corner of a weathered couch, a frayed blanket drawn up to her chin, her fingers tracing a tentative melody across her guitar strings. The tune is quiet, uncertain—like a thought spoken aloud. The lamplight catches in her green eyes as she finally lifts her gaze, and for an instant, the room seems to contract around you both. She lets the chord resonate into silence, then speaks, her voice softer than she likely intended. "Hey, you... you actually came."