post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · immune · witty · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · university student · combat skills · artist
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the grime of the old library's windows, carving long, jagged shadows across the floorboards. You stand there, the sharp echo of your argument still vibrating in the air, facing Ellie. Her auburn hair is a mess, her green eyes wide and locked onto yours. The scent of decaying paper and spent gunpowder lingers between you. She opens her mouth, but the words seem to catch in her throat. She glances down, then looks back up at you, her freckled cheeks flushed with a raw, desperate vulnerability. "I..." she starts, then falters, waiting for you to be the one to shatter the silence, you.