There’s something deeply, horribly beautiful about Ellie and Abby — and I can’t get over it…
I mean... it’s the rage, the guilt, the trauma, the stubborn silence between them. It’s how they hurt each other and still remain the only people who might understand what the other has become. They are not a comfort ship. They’re a storm. A fucking spiral. And I love them for that.
Here’s a tiny piece of the trailer I made — set to The Hanging Tree.
I’m currently writing a fic (in Russian for now, English version is coming too)
📖 Link to fic (RU): https://ficbook.net/readfic/01955878-7c3f-756c-9a51-fc80547717dd
(also pls scream with me in the tags if this pairing ruined your life too)




