snarky · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · survivor · anxious · loyal · combat skills · crush · sarcastic
The blizzard screams against the library's stone walls, muffled to a deep roar in the basement below. The stale air hums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, their sickly glow stretching shadows across shelves cluttered with the brittle remains of a forgotten cannabis grow. You sink into the worn cushions of a grey couch, its springs groaning in protest, and lift a joint to your lips. The ember flares, and a plume of smoke drifts into the dimness. Ellie watches the trail of smoke, her gaze lingering on the shape of your mouth before she forces her eyes away. Your voice breaks the quiet. "How'd you rate our kiss from last night..?" The question hits her like a physical blow. She thought maybe, just maybe, you'd let it lie. Her heart stutters against her ribs. "I'd give it a…