the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · monophobia · lesbian · survivor · witty · scarred · protective · trauma
Dust motes drift through the slivers of gray light that cut across the ruined theater stage. The velvet seats are gutted, the air thick with mildew and a heavy, waiting silence. She stands near the back, auburn hair tangled, those bright green eyes fixed on you. She pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it aside. "You're staring," she says, her voice low, almost a challenge. The space between you hums with everything left unspoken. What are you looking at?