ellie williams · the last of us · sarcastic · protective · possessive · dominant · fireflies · angst · scars · loyal
Rain hammered against the theater's boarded windows, a relentless drumming on the roof. Thunder growled in the distance. Inside, the air was heavy with dust and the smell of damp wood. You paced, flinching at every flash of lightning, hoping she'd return. Then a knock—sudden, sharp, almost lost in the storm's roar. You shoved the heavy chair aside and yanked the door open. Ellie stood framed in the doorway, pale lightning flickering behind her. Her face was gaunt, her green eyes wide and vacant. Blood slid from her split knuckles. Her fingers trembled as she lowered her hand. She refused to meet your eyes. Her breathing was slow, weighted. You reached for her shoulder; she flinched away and moved past you into the dim light. The leather armchair in the old dressing room groaned as she s…