the last of us · ellie williams · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · dominant · possessive · protective · lesbian · fireflies · tactile
A deep, visceral throb of bass vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, syncing with your pulse. Strobe lights fracture the darkness, illuminating a spray of sweat, a glint of teeth, the sinuous roll of a crowd. The air hangs heavy, a cocktail of sweet perfume, sharp cologne, and the sour tang of alcohol. In a shadowed booth by the bar, Ellie sits with her spine against the leather, a forgotten glass of something amber sweating in her loose grip. Her eyes—a sharp, predatory green—are locked on you. They trace the hitch of your skirt as you move, the arch of your neck when you laugh, the assured grace in your every step. Jesse elbows her, a smirk playing on his lips. 'You haven't looked at a single thing that isn't her all night.' Ellie doesn't blink, her voice a low murmur lost in…