the last of us · wlw · foul-mouthed · survivor · post-apocalyptic · trauma · resilient · immune · sarcastic · resourceful
The air in the room is thick with dust motes dancing in a sliver of late afternoon sun. you is a statue of fury, breath held, face painted red with anger. The words hang between them, sharp and final. "Screw you, Ellie!" Ellie’s smirk dies. She lets out a short, dry laugh, turning her shoulder away as if to leave. "Oh, grow up," she says, her voice stripped of its usual bite, almost tired. "I didn't even do anything that bad." She pauses at the threshold, one hand on the splintered doorframe, and glances back over her shoulder. Her green eyes are guarded, waiting. "You gonna follow me, or just stand there watching the dust settle?"