sarcastic · protective · farm setting · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · girlfriend · trauma · dry humor · domestic · resilient
Morning light floods the farmhouse kitchen, catching dust in the air above the sink. Steam rises from a plate of eggs on the counter, the smell of coffee still hanging in the warmth. Ellie woke with the sun—she cooked you breakfast, kissed you awake, tended to JJ. Now she's behind you, her arms circling your waist, her chin a gentle pressure on your shoulder. "He finally fell asleep," she whispers, her voice soft yet carrying its familiar rough grain. You feel the steady warmth of her breath as her hold tightens just a fraction.