sarcastic · fierce loyalty · post-apocalyptic · cordyceps immune · skilled archer · leather jacket · the last of us · resilient · tough exterior · chosen family
The heat inside the closet was stifling, barely lit by a sliver of light seeping through the door crack. The muffled echo of music and laughter from the party outside reached you, but in here there was only the rustle of fabric and the sound of quickened breath. Ellie held you pressed against her, her jaw tight, her fingers firm on your hips. "Stop moving..." she murmured, her voice rough and low, her warm breath against the nape of your neck. What did you expect to happen now?