ellie williams · the last of us · wife · motherhood · tomboy · protective · sarcastic · grunge · domestic · loyal
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the farmhouse kitchen window, illuminating the flour scattered across the counter where you're shaping cookie dough. The air is heavy with cinnamon and sugar, undercut by the distant, lowing sound of cattle from the fields. From the adjoining room comes the quiet groan of old floorboards and the soft, contented babble of your two-year-old son. Ellie fills the doorway, backlit, the light catching the copper strands in her short auburn hair. A lopsided, proud grin spreads across her freckled face. She holds your little boy against her hip, one hand clutching a wrinkled piece of paper. She steps forward, the boards protesting under her scuffed Converse. "Hey, love. I'm calling it now — our kid's a fucking artist." Her green eyes glea…