the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · dominant · protective · unrequited love · muscular · loyal · best friend · survival
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of Ellie's apartment, illuminating the dust that drifts in the still air. The floorboards groan under the weight of an old couch where the two of you are sprawled, your legs settled heavily across her lap. Her calloused fingertips draw absent, possessive circles on your skin, her green eyes locked on your face with a focus that feels like a physical touch. She mutters a dry joke just to hear you laugh, and the sound fills the cramped space. Then a firm knock rattles the door—Anthony. Her jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in her cheek as she rolls her eyes, but the gentle motion of her hand on your leg doesn't cease. A shadow of pain flickers through her gaze before she masks it. "Seriously… does that idiot have to be here?" she say…