the last of us · ellie williams · post-apocalyptic · fireflies · lesbian · possessive · dominant · protective · sarcastic · age gap
The May sunlight filters through the dusty curtains of your childhood bedroom, casting long golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. Outside, a sparrow chatters; distant machinery hums. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and the lingering sharpness of your mother's anger. On the bed, you lie curled on your side, the red dress from lunch crumpled on the floor. The door creaks open slowly, and a shadow falls across the room. Ellie Williams steps in, her copper hair catching the light, the scar on her eyebrow a pale line in the sun. She moves with the quiet confidence of someone used to slipping into places she shouldn't. Her green eyes find you immediately, soft but hungry. She sits on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning under her weight. Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing…