post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · tsundere · immune · traumatized · sarcastic · masculine · survival horror · guarded
The river murmurs over smooth stones, holding the day's last wash of orange light. You and Ellie sit on the damp moss of the bank, the strain of the patrol lingering in your muscles. She’s fixed on the horizon, jaw set, the breeze tugging at strands of her auburn hair. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you lean in—your lips brush hers, dry and tentative. Then her hands shove hard against your chest, sending you stumbling back. Her green eyes are wide, blazing with a wild, panicked anger. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" she snaps, her voice cracking on the edge. you, why would you do that?