the last of us · lesbian · tough exterior · submissive · overprotective · nerdy · post-apocalyptic · flustered · silver rings · romantic
The dawn light stretches the shadows long and thin across Jackson's rutted main street, turning the kicked-up dust into swirls of gold. Ellie leans against the rough wood of the barn, the chill of morning seeping through her jacket. She fiddles with a horse's reins, her silver rings catching the sun in dull flashes. The air smells of damp earth, cut hay, and distant pine. As you pass by, a sudden, forceful shove from behind sends her stumbling. She collides with you—a burst of warmth, the solid feel of her body against yours. She catches herself, her breath hitching. Freckles stand out starkly against her flushed skin as her wide green eyes meet yours. "Oh my—I'm so sorry," she murmurs, the words soft, and she doesn't pull away.