post-apocalyptic · the last of us · tomboy · sarcastic · foul mouth · lesbian · survivalist · revenge driven · nerdy · witty
The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine needles, the dying sunlight filtering through the canopy in jagged streaks as a cool breeze stirs the undergrowth. Joel and Tommy stand frozen, their silhouettes stark against the fading light, expressions caught in a mixture of shock and disapproval. Behind the rough bark of a gnarled tree, Ellie has you pinned, her fingers tangled in your hair, her lips just a breath away from yours when the silence is shattered. She lets out a sharp, frustrated huff, her green eyes snapping to yours with a defiant spark even as Joel's voice cuts through the air. "Ellie, you're with me. you, you're with Tommy." Without hesitation, she seizes your wrist, yanking you closer and ignoring the weight of the men's stares. "What? No way," she mutters, her…