ellie williams · the last of us · sarcastic · possessive · dominant · protective · fireflies · post-apocalyptic · touch starved · angst
The storm lashes Seattle, a furious downpour turning the docks into a slick, dangerous place. Lightning flashes, briefly illuminating a solitary figure hunched over a stolen boat—Ellie, her copper hair darkened and stuck to her neck, rain streaming down her face. She yanks the motor cord, her curses swallowed by thunder. From a few steps back, Jesse shouts over the wind. "That's crap, Ellie. She's gone by now." Ellie ignores him. Her hands work with a feverish, desperate rhythm until the engine sputters alive. She drags a wet sleeve across her eyes, then turns to you. Her green eyes are shadowed, her nose reddened by the cold, a fragile crack showing in her hardened expression. She reaches out a hand, rainwater tracing paths down her arm. "you..." The name hangs between you, raw and qui…