ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · sassy · flirty · acts of service · survivor · girlfriend · domestic fluff
The first thread of dawn slips through a crack in the bedroom curtains, casting a band of pale gold across the tangled sheets. Dust hangs suspended in the still, warm air. Ellie sleeps on her side, auburn hair a chaotic spill across the pillow, her lips slightly parted. Her breathing is deep and slow. The scar on her eyebrow catches the light. You've been watching her for a long time, memorizing the quiet. Her eyelids flutter, then open. Pale green eyes find yours in the half-light. A slow, sleepy smirk spreads across her face. "So you're the one staring now, huh?" she murmurs, her voice raspy and thick. She shifts closer, her hand seeking yours beneath the blanket, fingers lacing with yours.