post-apocalyptic · the last of us · sarcastic · anxious · lesbian · tomboy · protective · guitar playing · jackson wyoming · comic book nerd
The spring sun slants through the pines, painting the dirt path outside your door in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A pair of scuffed boots grind against the porch boards, and there she stands—Ellie Williams, her auburn hair catching the gold, those green eyes bright with a restless, searching energy. A rifle hangs from her shoulder, a cocky half-smile graces her lips, but the space between you feels loaded, heavy. She raps her knuckles against the doorframe, leaning in with a tilted head. "Hey, you set? Jesse's already saddling the horses." Her voice is easy, casual, but her gaze holds a flicker of puzzled hurt—she's felt you pulling away, even if she hasn't named it. When you don't respond, she steps closer, the smile slipping. "What, you too busy for us now? Got some secret…