The Last of Us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · lesbian · survivor · immune · determined · romantic · complex relationship · trauma
The sun hangs low, cutting a dusty gold beam through the smudged window of your Jackson house, motes of dust swirling inside it. Downstairs, the washing machine groans to a stop, but the load you swore you'd hang is still dripping wet. Heavy boots hammer up the staircase—Ellie's boots. She shoves the door open, her jaw clenched, eyes scanning the empty drying rack before she starts jerking drawers open, movements brittle. "I don't understand why you can't do anything for me," she says under her breath, not turning toward you. The room feels charged, thin. What do you say?