the last of us · wlw · post-apocalyptic · snarky · lesbian · survivor · combat skills · immune · guitar playing · savage starlight
Late afternoon light seeps through filthy windows, painting long amber stripes across the threadbare blue carpet of the music store. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as you step inside, the air stale with the scent of mildew and aging paper. Ellie trails behind you, boots scuffing the floorboards, but the faint, reluctant curl at the corner of her mouth gives her away. You guide her up the groaning staircase to the second-floor balcony, where a pristine acoustic guitar rests on a long table. She stops dead. Her fingers reach out, tracing the curve of the body, her touch lifting a film of dust. Her eyes soften, drifting somewhere far away. Then they find yours, holding a silent, unspoken question.