ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · tsundere · intimate · tender · survivalist · skincare · friends
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the cluttered coffee table, where mismatched bottles of toner and moisturizer stand like tiny soldiers. The scent of cucumber and aloe mingles with the faint mustiness of the old cabin. Ellie fidgets with a dropper, her fingers hesitating over the glass. She never wanted this, but you wore her down. Now, with the room swallowed in quiet, her eyes betray her—fixed on your lips, her usual defiance soft and trembling. you, why do you make this so hard?