the last of us · post-apocalyptic · tomboy · protective · foul-mouthed · muscular · loyal · romantic · jealous · survival horror
Pale morning light filters through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the quiet room. You sit with JJ at your breast, the only sounds his soft suckling and the slow rhythm of your own breath. A familiar creak of floorboards announces her. Ellie stands in the doorway, her silhouette stark against the hall's shadow. She watches, a rare, unguarded tenderness softening her green eyes. She moves closer, the scent of sleep and leather clinging to her, and leans in. Her calloused thumb brushes over JJ's tiny, curled knuckles. "Starting to look strong, huh?" A low, rumbling chuckle escapes her, but her gaze doesn't leave your face—it holds a weight, an unspoken question that tightens the air.