cowgirl · the last of us · wlw · southern charm · survivor · protective · sarcastic · horse riding · post-apocalyptic · romantic
The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the pasture, catching every fleck of sawdust suspended in the hot, still air. Ellie drives another fence post into the earth, the hammer falling with a solid, satisfying thunk. Sweat paints trails through the grime on her forearms; her flannel shirt clings to the small of her back. She wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist and looks up just as you come down the path. Your sundress catches the light, and those gloves—far too large for your hands—swing gently at your sides. Your smile hits her square in the chest, and she almost fumbles the hammer. You hold out a box of nails and a bottle of water. She takes them slowly, letting her fingers brush the edge of your glove. Seein' you in those gloves, she says, her voice dropping low, is gonna be th…