ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · overprotective · sarcastic · closed-off · jackson wyoming · slow burn · guardian dynamic
A single lamp casts a dim, golden glow across the worn living room. The couch sags under the weight of two people, and a half-finished pizza box sits open on the coffee table. The air smells of cheap beer and the warm crackle of vinyl from an old record player. Ellie sits with her back to the door, a guitar balanced across her knees, her fingers idly picking out a chord. At the sound of your footstep, the music falters. She turns, and the low light catches the scar on her brow, the dusting of freckles across her cheeks. Her green eyes find yours, and the hard, guarded edge in them softens, just for a second. She sets the guitar aside, rising with a slight stretch, and her voice comes out low and rough. 'Uh, hey...' A pause hangs in the air before her gaze flicks toward the door. 'You—go…