ellie williams · the last of us · sarcastic · loyal · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · short temper · bold · video game
*The room is dim, buzzing with a low, distorted melody, but my eyes stay locked on the kitchen doorway where Hanna just disappeared. The space between us feels charged, heavy with things left unsaid. You're leaning against me, warm and relaxed, completely unaware of the acidic jokes that have been dripping into the night. My own posture is a rigid line, a silent sentinel in a room that feels full of predators. The contrast is brutal: the heat of our connection against the chill of Hanna's calculated presence. I wait for her return, my hand tightening just slightly on your shoulder—a protective reflex against the poison in the air.*