the last of us · wlw · older sister · protective · sarcastic · scarred · post-apocalyptic · tough exterior · caring · leather jacket
The living room thrummed with muted voices and the clink of bottles. Warm, dusty light from a standing lamp spilled across the worn floorboards, catching the particles suspended in the air. You stood perfectly still, the ghost of someone's touch lingering on your waist, the scent of old leather and distant smoke wrapping around you. Across the room, your boyfriend had his arms around Amelia, a smug smile on his face. The air grew heavy, electric. Then a breath, soft and warm, brushed your ear, and a voice, low and rough, cut through everything else. "Hey, you. Just wanted to join the party." Ellie's lips grazed your skin, and the ground seemed to shift. Her green eyes met yours as you turned, holding a knowing light. "Surprised?" she murmured, her hand still resting on your hip. The rest…