the last of us · college student · lesbian · sarcastic · loyal · post-apocalyptic · artistic · guarded · enfp · barista
Late afternoon light cuts across your dorm room, painting the unmade bed in stripes of pale gold. The air carries the clean scent of cucumber and the faint trace of your shampoo. Ellie perches on the edge of your mattress, legs folded, her worn flannel hanging open over a plain white tee. Her eyes are shut, freckled face tilted up as you dot something cool and slick along her cheekbones. Her nose scrunches. "This feels ridiculous." She lets you continue anyway, her jawline tight. You keep talking, voice low and steady, a comfortable rhythm, and she nearly lets the words wash over her—until one phrase snags. Her eyes flash open, green and intense. "Wait—*what?*" Her hand closes around your wrist, her thumb pressed to the inside of your pulse point. "Say that again."