#int: lara

[blindcdlight]

@camxflynn​; accidentally sexted you plot from this list

Lara thumbs through her contact list till she gets to Babe - opening up the messenger, she doesn’t spot that clumsy thumbs hit the contact above instead, and she snaps a photo, quickly types out the message and hits send.

LARA: i’m home alone baby, look <3 LARA: IMAGE

[callistomeadowforge]

@laradanbur​

“Can you, uh, explain, what exactly I’m supposed to do at the parade?” The question was obviously meant for Lara Danbur the stylist, but his gaze darted all over the place, almost manic in its trajectory. There were just too many distractions, it felt impossible to focus on or learn any one thing here. Why were there so many mirrors? What were all those small colourful tubes on the table? What were the scissors and razors for? Were they going to cut his hair? “And we’re getting costumes? Is that right, Mrs Danbur? I heard we’re getting costumes.” His eyes finally settled on Lara’s. “To represent Thirteen, right? I’m guessing mine and Knox’s are gonna be... fluorescent?”

[ashchane]

@laradanbur​

Ash did not know why she had not approached Lara sooner with the question, considering it had been bothering her since the tributes’ first night in the arena. “What are your thoughts on the arena outfit?” she asked the stylist. “Bearing in mind the wild temperature swing, are the tributes protected at all? They seem to be barely coping.” Ash had no idea what the materials involved in the outfit were, and even if she did, she would not know how those would affect the tributes.

[ashchane]

@mrsdanbur​

Ash never thought much about the outfits she was provided with while at the Tower. Lara and her team chose them, they were probably fashionable, and they were there for her to wear. She would complain from time to time when they happened to be uncomfortable or restrictive, but even most of that she kept to herself, choosing to trust the stylists.

This time, however, she was happy to find herself in a pair of comfortable pants and low-heeled shoes which did not make her feet ache when she walked. So when she ran into Lara at the ball, she made a point to tell the stylist. “I really appreciate this,” Ash said, gesturing to the outfit she was wearing. “And the shoes aren’t murder.”

[blindcdlight]

lewis capaldi don’t get me wrong - give me lovers who are bad for each other but they love each other too much to break up even though they should. open to m/f/nb

“don’t get me wrong,” starts lara,and she feels her heart break already for what she’s about to do.  “but haven’t you had enough of this, us?” there’s a soft pause as she bites back tears, god she hated herself for this but it was for the best and they’d thank her eventually. “haven’t you had enough of loneliness?” because lara had. as much as she loved them, she had enough of feeling like there was a chasm between them one that she didn’t have the time to cross and fix things. “aren’t you sick of being second best?”