the last of us · lesbian · protective · witty · tattooed · college student · drug dealer · found family · emotionally guarded
Golden, late-afternoon sunlight filters through the dusty slats of your parents' blinds, painting long, amber stripes across the worn floorboards. The house is heavy with a stagnant silence, smelling of old cedar and stale coffee. A sudden, sharp ring of the doorbell cuts through the stillness. You walk to the door and pull it open, your heart hammering against your ribs as you find Ellie leaning there. The light hits the moth tattoo on her forearm as she offers you a small, enigmatic smile. "Hey, you. Jesse here?"