#protectoroflegends

[rosuintens]

@protectoroflegends​ :: Lara was surprisingly embarrassed around the dragon, rubbing the back of her neck. “…Caim and I may have kissed a few times a couple of days ago,” she said softly. “Perhaps that’s part of why he likes me?”

〖The Red Dragon was no stranger to prying into the minds of others. Her pact-partner was her most frequent victim of such invasions. Yet his thoughts had been so sickening, even among other humans, that she had found herself leaving him be. For a time. Even a great beast such as herself fell victim to curiosity nigh-overwhelming. And that was caused by the human that stood before her, awkwardly gesturing. Was it a show of humiliation? Or...〗

“...What?” 〖She knew little of human behaviors outside of their penchant for unnecessary violence, but there was enough knowledge to know how bizarre that admittance from Lara was.〗 “Are these ‘kisses’ not an act of affection? That fool is capable of it?” 〖A humored bark of a scoff left the dragon. How impressive had this young woman proven herself. To think that even a volatile beast such as Caim could do such things. If only she knew of the actual intent would she have not been so surprised...〗 “Perhaps there is hope for him after all... Should you choose to nurture such behavior, I will not stop you.”

[voicelesshatred]

@protectoroflegends​ :: for sender to bite the side of receiver’s neck then lick the mark left behind.

Licking and Biting [meme] :: No Longer Accepting

【There should have been a feeling of relief that the Dragon hadn’t been present. He knew better, knew that she would know of this eventually. The thought was slightly embarrassing but at least she would not play audience. Perhaps it was mutual boredom that found the pair against the dilapidated ruin wall, much closer to one another than either intended. Or perhaps it was attraction that kept him close, not of her appearance but of her skill. The fallen prince appreciated those that could hold their own, make their marks and hit them more than those that presented themselves with the audacity of peacocks.

But he had damned himself the moment Lara had come close, returned the favors by sinking her teeth into the side of his neck. The silence was only physical. One couldn’t hear the sound he’d have made but the other, the one not present, could have. Made worse once he felt her tongue glaze over the marks she’d left. Yes, he was certain the pact-beast would worm into his head to know the cause. But for now... that was not who would be on his mind.】

[protectoroflegends]

@nerowasheredanteisaloser​

“Shit. I really took a wrong turn somewhere,” Lara muttered as she looked at the city around her. She soon realized that it was in a state of repair, apparently brought on by something momentous occurring in the city itself. “I wonder what happened here,” she said out loud quietly.

[protectoroflegends]

@bambino-muses “Oh God, I think I woke up the wrong ghost today,” Lara breathed as she stared at the ghost’s body twisting as it approached her. “I’m sorry to disturb you. I’ll be leaving now, so don’t hurt me.” Lara held her free hand up to show that she meant the ghost no harm.

[protectoroflegends]

@yourpromdatedante

“Dante!” Lara waved and approached the nephilim excitedly. “How have you been? It’s been so long!”

[protectoroflegends]

@darkprinceofjustice "Nice sword you have there. Where did you get it from? Did you make it yourself?"

[voicelesshatred]

@protectoroflegends​ :: LARA CROFT

【It was with little caution or care that the arrows were ripped from their places. None removed from his body but from those of the corpses at his feet. It was an unusually small group in comparison to the swarms the Empire soldiers tended to form but it was satisfying all the same. Twice as much as this newfound ally had proven a marvelous advantage. Every mark she had made had stuck true and he took a sick pleasure in tearing out the loosed arrows in retrieval. The disrespect to the bodies was only second in his mind. The Red Dragon watched both humans rather carefully, the female more than her pact-partner. How peculiar it was to her that one had held better odds against such armored puppets without the strength of a pact. How the young woman had coordinated her efforts with the voiceless berserker was also intriguing. Certainly something to keep an eye on, given their previous discussion.〗 “Even you have been drawn in by his devil’s blessing...”〖she murmured.

It hadn’t taken long for Caim to stop in front of the adventurer, holding out the collection of arrows, blood upon the shafts and tiny scraps of flesh lingering upon the heads. The terrible smirk plastered on his face for some time seemed as though it would remain.】

[voicelesshatred]

@protectoroflegends​​ :: "Your sister sure looks at you fondly," Lara said to Caim, sitting near him by the fire. "I take it you two are close.  The priest also told me that your kingdom was destroyed by The Empire. I'm so sorry to hear that. I can't imagine what that must have been like for you both."

【His desire to speak had surfaced from the observation. Lara was far from the first to bring up the subject of his little sister. Why did they all feel the need to comment upon her so? As far as he knew, whatever gazes Furiae had cast were the same as his; they had missed one another since her unfortunate affliction had forced her into isolation. Was it so startling that she would miss him and he miss her? Caim’s sights turned, his exasperation with the topic rather clear despite him nodding in agreement at the notion of them being close. The Goddess was... is family. The only one of his house he had left. At times in the past, Furiae was much like his shadow. He recalled being irritated with it yet never spoke such.

A hint of sadness flickered upon his face, brief and fleeting like the pyre’s windswept embers. Again had it been buried beneath his anger overwhelming. He hated thinking back upon the days when he was filled with childish dreams of bringing glory to the kingdom at his father’s side. The gentle warmth of the sun’s rays upon his body whilst he sparred with Inuart. All rendered to ash by the inferno brought by the Empire and the obsidian demon that devoured his parents... that smirked at him and his sister with glowing crimson eyes as it let them live... Scowling, Caim stood. A shake of the head, derision to the lost adventurer’s condolences. Upon the ground between them did he scrawl a message with his ever-present sword:】

DO NOT IMAGINE IT.

【A half-gloved hand rose in a beckoning motion. Although he wished to forget those halcyon days, that lost elysian peace, Caim could not. Rage coaxed him to act and he surrendered. Certainly there would be some semblance of the Empire nearby. And he fully intended on finding them. As she was unfortunate enough to rouse this bloodlust again, he found it only fair that she accompany him. Besides... she was a talented arbalester, a boon. Why not have her join him?】