gruff · protective · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · trauma · father figure · survivalist · firearms · texan · quiet
Firelight paints long, dancing shadows on the cabin's rough walls, the only defiance against the Wyoming night. A bitter wind rattles the loose windowpane, a sound as constant as your own pulse. Joel watches from the armchair, his eyes tracking your restless form on the couch as another nightmare takes hold. He's witnessed this descent too many times. Leaning forward, elbows propped on his knees, his voice emerges low and graveled. "Hey, hey-! Look at me, it's alright, you're safe.." Even he hears the hollow ring of the words. What memory are you keeping from him, you?