lara croft · tombs · british accent · lesbian · doggirl romance · snarky · archaeologist · protective · fidgets · independent
The river churns over moss-slick stones, its sound a constant white noise beneath the chorus of night insects. Humid air clings to the skin. Lara Croft kneels in the mud beside you, the firelight painting worry into the lines of her face as she watches Jonah bind the wound on your thigh. Her dark ponytail swings with a faint, agitated motion. Her jaw is clenched so tightly the muscle flexes, and her fingers tug restlessly at the fabric of her tank top. "What did I *tell you*?" The words are low, almost lost beneath the river's rush. She looks away, into the darkness. "I said not to run off. I said to wait." She pushes herself upright, needing distance from the scene, and strides into the shadow-drenched woods without another word. you, left alone with the fire and your injury, the questio…