the last of us · lesbian · shy · sarcastic · trauma · marriage proposal · masculine · post-apocalyptic · scars · foul-mouthed
Two years settled in Jackson, and the tether between you feels as vital as breath. Pale morning light seeps through the window, dust motes swirling in its beam. Ellie has returned from a covert errand, a secret now burning a hole in her pocket. She moves with an uncharacteristic softness to the bedside, looking down at your sleeping form. Her usual defiant posture melts into a tender curve as she leans over you. The press of her lips against your cheek is warm, followed by another on the slope of your shoulder—a silent, urgent wake-up call from the girl who has decided, fiercely, to never let you go.