LARA CROFT
lara follows in her movements, raising her own shirt to reveal the first and oldest wound on her body, from the god forbidden island yamatai itself. the wound had never gotten the proper chance to heal — still never has, proven by the dark red and purple that was growing on the wound, with the old stab wound itself not looking as well as it normally does. but thankfully, she didn’t have to restitch or cauterize it again… will she hell press another flame burned arrow into her flesh again.
❛ i’ll be alright… we best keep moving. ❜ she lets go off her shirt, allowing the fabric to cover up the old wound again, hoping that their further adventures would not cause it to reopen…. again. she nods her head towards her partner, then moves to grab the bow she had left by the door, hooking it back over her chest to carry it, turning back with a grin. how she loved the adventure. ❛ i’m not about to let this artefact fall into the wrong hands. ❜
SCEPTICISM CLINGS TO HER LIKE A FILM, but she lets it go with nothing but a raise of her eyebrow. scars have stories, she knows as much, her own body a CANVAS mapping memories which hurt. a walking journal documenting fails and successes, written in braille over previously pristine flesh.
“ don’t have to tell me twice, sweetheart, ” chloe checks her guns for bullets and straps them back into place, dusting off her jeans & swinging the backpack over her shoulder. arm links easily with lara’s own && she tilts her head to brush a quick kiss over her cheek.
“ you know, even with what happened, this is way more FUN than taking you out to a restaurant, eh ?? keeps the endorphins pumpin’ ”
