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the funny thing about labels is that every six months or so i'll fall into a rabbit hole of questioning mine

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#you know you messed up when miss 'oh don't remind me of my title' goes 'it's lady croft actually and this conversation is over'

this is also such a warning shot coming from her because 1) she has very little interest in the aristocracy and its politics, so if she does pull rank, it's because she feels it's absolutely vital in order to protect the other person and 2) she only does it because a punch to the throat is not an available option

lara not being comfortable with her title vs. lara willfully pulling rank on other aristocrats when she gets sufficiently pissed off / feels it's necessary to protect someone she loves. discuss

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"You're smarter than this. What's going on?"

Disquiet spread across her bones like mold,  taking root in every joint and fissure.  She could feel her entire body ache with the acidity of it;  the feeling of a bone-deep hematoma needling at the edge of her nervous system, the base of her brain,  almost too large to maneuver around.  Largely her own fault,  too  —  if she hadn’t picked a fight while mildly intoxicated,  perhaps she would have stood a better chance of blocking that last blow. 

❝It’s just a bruise. It’ll heal.❞   Waving a hand at the wine-colored mark across her cheekbone,  Lara dropped onto Elphaba’s couch.  There was a certain sense of relief in it,  she supposed  —  that sharp sting of a fresh wound,  drowning out all other sensations.  It settled in her mind like honey;  quieting the parts that ached.  ❝I’m fine.  It’s been … a long day, I suppose.❞

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the whole em dash discussion is so funny to me because you can pry those from my cold dead hands

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lara not being comfortable with her title vs. lara willfully pulling rank on other aristocrats when she gets sufficiently pissed off / feels it's necessary to protect someone she loves. discuss

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༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.

caretaker.

i'll  stay  until  you  fall  asleep.

you're  not  a  burden.  not  to  me.

you  don't  have  to  act  tough  with  me.

let  me  help.

if  you  need  to  cry,  i'll  look  the  other  way.

you  don't  have  to  talk.

let  me  handle  it,  just  for  a  minute.

rest,  i'll  watch  over  you.

i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

deep  breaths.

just  lean  on  me.

you're  safe  now,  okay?  just  breathe.

i  know  it  hurts.  i'll  sit  here  as  long  as  it  takes.

i'm  not  leaving  until  i  know  you're  okay.

you  don't  need  to  hide.

let  me  take  care  of  you  this  time.

shh.  i'm  right  here.

you  don't  have  to  put  on  a  smile  for  me.

i  don't  think  less  of  you.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for.

you  don't  have  to  be  okay.

scoot  over,  i'm  not  letting  you  sleep  alone.

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

don't  apologize.

cared  for.

i'm  tired,  that's  all.

please  don't  go.

i  don't  know  what  i  need.

you  didn't  need  to  come.

you  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this.

i  hate  feeling  like  this.

i  was  trying  to  push  through.  i  think  i  made  it  worse.

this  is  so  embarrassing.

can  you  just...  stay  a  little  longer?

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  notice...

i'm  not  safe  in  my  own  head  right  now.

why  are  you  being  so  gentle  with  me?

i  don't  want  you  to  fix  me.

today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days.

i  didn't  know  i  needed  to  hear  that.

can  you  stay?  after  i  fall  asleep?

sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  flinch.

i  don't  always  know  what's  going  to  help.

this  is  the  nicest  anyone’s  been  to  me  all  week.

i'm  sorry.  i  know  i'm  a  lot.

i  don't  even  know  why  i'm  crying...

i  think  i'm  broken.

you  didn't  have  to  do  all  this  for  me.

i  don't  want  to  be  a  burden.

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  stay.

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Lara’s favorite artist is mika, and her favorite song is step with me. if you’re very lucky, you’ll hear her humming or singing it under her breath while she's working on something.

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i'm almost out of drafts and memes, so... if you feel like interacting with me, feel free to send something in or like this post for me to approach you about plotting?

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

rdtfzghuj thank you so much??? om g???

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@fantombe

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༘⋆｡  quiet  stillness.

for  warm  drinks,  kitchen  conversations,  &  warm  hugs.

you  didn't  have  to  bring  me  anything.

you  always  know  exactly  how  i  take  it.

it's  still  warm  -  take  mine.

you  can  stay  here,  as  long  as  you  need.

sit,  i  made  enough  for  both  of  us.

today  feels  like  a  quiet  kind  of  day.

let  me  pull  the  cookies  out  of  the  oven.

your  hands  are  freezing.

you  fell  asleep  on  the  couch  again.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you  can  tell  me,  or  we  can  just  sit  here.

i  have  no  idea  what's  in  this  but  it  tastes  good.

i  needed  this.

it's  chilly  out  there.  stay  a  little  longer.

i  didn't  make  any  plans  today.  just  this.

you  looked  like  you  needed  something  warm  to  hold.

there's  an  extra  blanket  on  the  couch.

i  didn't  have  the  heart  to  wake  you.

this  room  looks  beautiful  when  the  sun  comes  through  the  window.

i  already  put  the  kettle  on  for  you.

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Tension ebbed and flowed between her shoulder blades,  needling at the nerves near the base of her skull.  There was no point in going in blind.  Their combined experience wouldn’t get them past the front door if they didn’t know what they were actually looking for  —  and no amount of skill would save them if they were herded into an ambush.  Mia was right;  they had to prepare.  

❝Mictecacihuatl is usually depicted with a flayed body.❞   Voice verging on a mumble,  Lara offered a halfhearted wave of her hand.  Aztec mythology was not exactly her area of expertise,  but she would venture she knew more than enough to offer an educated guess;  considering the alternative,  it certainly seemed prudent.  ❝If you can find an inventory for the auction,  see if they have a tecpatl listed.  It’s a ceremonial knife,  often used in human sacrifices  — that might just be what we're looking for.❞ 

Her mind skittered to a halt at the thought,  snagging on the mental image of chak chel as she had laid her out for the sacrifice.  There had been a sense of relief in it,  she supposed;  shouldering the burden of the ritual alongside every possible consequence.  The prospect of her own death twisting into the furthest recesses of her heart until there was nothing left but quiet resignation;  a feeling so confounding,  she loathed to consider it even now.   ❝Perhaps we should start there, then.  Shouldn’t be too hard to get onto a yacht.❞

" it ain't ever that easy , "   she states matter - of - factly .   there was always going to be complications ,   ain't nothin' about this life that's   ...   SIMPLE .   she had learned long ago that she had to always think on her feet .   be two steps ahead of everyone else .   this world of espionage and intrigue   ( if it's even that at this point   ...   ancient civilizations and old gods with a potential weapon ?   yeah ,   not the same .   NOT HER EXPERTISE )   " mmm , ―  i mean we could ,  but we don't even know what this artifact would be .  from what i've experienced and seen so far ,  IT CAN BE ANYTHING . "  the fixer's experience is not within this realm ,  so knowledge is gold to her .  she isn't too keen on going into this without at least some idea of what she's up against .  " but we'll get to those details after we find out where the event is being held . "

mia glances down at the coffee that remains in her mug .  THIS RICH AND SMOOTH TASING COFFEE .  some of the best shit she's tasted in many months ,  and it only comes from the local café's around here .  her mind wanders for only a split second before she snaps out of it .  head canting to look at lara on the ground .  " every person like salas needs protection .  she controls a small group of men that travel with him .  she works out of his super yacht that's docked in the shipyard here . "

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i have added mains to my rules, so if you would like me to add your url ... idk … push me into a large body of water or something

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@fantombe

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oh, please explain how this is my fault. - from aloy

There was significance in the silence,  a sharp-toothed tension threatening to uncoil in the absence of sound.  Somewhat despondently,  Lara moved against it  —  tossing her bow to the side as she studied the half-broken mural,  two fingers running along the inscription below.  Nothing to gain from sitting idly by,  she supposed;  nor from fighting amongst themselves.

❝It’s not.❞   Exhaustion settled at the edge of her cognizance,  a constant weight tugging on her shoulders.  She bit the inside of her cheek to ward if off;  hoping the pain alone would keep her alert just a few hours longer.  ❝It’s mine, actually.  I stepped on a pressure plate when we entered.❞   A preventable mistake  —  and one she’d made once too often in her career.  ❝I’m sorry. Are you all right?❞

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❛  someone  needs  to  get  up   &   close  the  curtains .  ❜ ( he says into her hair. while having both his arms and legs hooked around her. clearly not allowing her to move anyways )

Soothing warmth settled at the base of her spine,  curling against her skin like molten silk.  Scattered fragments of a night spent in the weightless comfort of his arms,  savoring the heat pooling at every point of contact;  a firm reminder of all the times they’d barely missed each other,  and the one time they did not.  The wordless assurances hiding behind his every movement,  steadfast in their insistence.  She could almost feel them now,  tangled as she was in his arms  —  a promise for every heartbeat reverberating in her ear,  every breath mirroring her own.  Her faith hiding somewhere in the midst of it all,  entwined with the veins around his heart. 

❝Mmmh.❞   More acknowledgment than response,  the tomb raider shifted imperceptibly closer;  her lips brushing gently against the hollow of his throat.  There was a cloying sweetness there,  still,  hiding underneath the pine and wood smell of him  —   a heavy sort of saccharum that settled in the space between them.   ❝You would have to let me go first.❞  Whispered against his pulse point,  the words carried very little weight; less still as she tightened her legs around his own and shifted,  brushing her lips across the wing of his collarbone.   ❝Or we could stay here.  Your choice.❞

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the love you have for lara absolutely shines through in everything you post. there is such a deep connection between you two , and it's so easy to see how much love you have for her as a character. i am always enchanted by your writing because the way you bring scenes to life are so beautiful !

how's my portrayal?

breaking news: friendly neighborhood archaeologist found sobbing in her pyjamas. i'm jesting of course, but you have no idea how much your kind words mean to me!! i suppose i'm my own worst critic in every sense of the world, and this has genuinely brought a few teeny tiny tears to my eyes. thank you a million times for sending this in, just know i will carry this in my heart always ❤︎