#misscrcft ( lara croft )

[courtofmuses-archive]

@misscrcft​ said:  “ if i were to kiss someone, it would be you. “ from some meme || accepting

Billy smirked faintly, taking one last drag off the cigarette between his lips before dropping it to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot. “Oh yeah?” he asked, angling his body so he was facing the woman before him. They were at some party, thrown by some random person Billy didn’t really know. Not that he was there to make friends; he was there to drink and maybe get lucky. He’d do almost anything to make the inner demons in his heart and mind stop for just a little while. Whatever distractions he could find.  

“I’m not exactly the guy you take home to meet your mother,” he warned. “If you’re looking for some white knight then your barking up the wrong tree.”

[bruisedconscience]

happenstance 

@misscrcft​ => lara 

Barry tries to stop looking at the small Chinese to American translation guide he’d bought at the overpriced Hong Kong airport altogether. He can hardly use it quickly enough for it to be relevant, and its clear from his mostly-aimless wandering that he isn’t a local. He needs to blend in better, do Fuches’ most-recent hit, and go home. 

They’d only had him leave the US a few times, for hits that were guaranteed to have payoffs larger than even the expenses it took to get him here — which, Fuches loved to remind him — were astronomical. But Barry rounded a turn and heard shouts, and... 

Well, he usually knew better than to approach situations like that. It was hard to tell, sometimes. Did the bag belong to the two men, and the woman was stealing it from them? Probably not. 

“Hey!” He had his concealed carry tucked away in a flexible holster at his back, but he wouldn’t touch it unless he needed to. “Give her back her shit!” He started storming up, eyes assessing where they could have other blades or weapons, making up a plan in case one of them lunged for him with their knife. 

Sometimes, people feared persecution with witnesses and just up and fled. But Barry didn’t know how dedicated these jackasses were. ...Or if they spoke English, matter of fact. Too bad he didn’t have time to look up stop stealing what doesn’t belong to you in his translation guide... 

[evershiftingmuse]

❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜ ((The Accountant

"What exactly am I trying?" The Accountant asks with some skepticism in his voice. "You're not trying to poison me, are you?"

[percentstardust]

She wants to start geeking out about the car she is riding it, but she's holding off of on that for now. Excited to get away from Hawkins, she only did when her family went on vacation to California or she went back to visit her family there, Jessie was so down for this ride. It didn't take much to convince her father and step mother to let her go. It would be an educational experience, after all. They trusted their daughter, who was not prone to getting into trouble.

"Oh, yeah, totally. I have never been out of the States before. I hope to, one day."

The lack of supervision when her foster was absent had a few massive benefits - she had access to a Mercedes for one thing along with the relative freedom to venture wherever the fuck she wanted. The Field Museum in Chicago had a new exhibition of ancient Mayan artefacts and she could not think of a more ideal opportunity for a road trip to the Windy City.

She glanced briefly to her passenger as she guided the car down the freeway.

“You know, I only learnt to drive on the right side of the road a few months ago…” A teasing smile lifted quirked in the edges of her lips. “If you notice me edging over to the left, you’ll have to give me a nudge, okay?”

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? ||  ❛  are  you  thinking  what  i’m  thinking ?  ❜ || @misscrcft​

A PERFECTLY PLAUSIBLE QUESTION, GIVEN THE NATURE OF THEIR DISCUSSION. After all, it wasn’t every day that he found himself deployed to London of all places - not that he held any complaints, of course he didn’t, but the British were known for being far more welcoming of the paranormal than the States. Still, work was work. He wasn’t here to judge.

WHAT HE HADN’T ANTICIPATED WAS TO ENCOUNTER LIKEMINDED COMPANY. One couldn’t spend as much time as he did investigating the unconventional without hearing the name Lara Croft, and as the pair sat together in the British Library, the table between them littered with papers and architectural blueprints, he couldn’t help but offer his trademark tiny smile. If anyone had the capacity to conclude the same as him at this very moment, it was her.

❝ What, that the smashing of a canopic jar at the British Museum has clearly released a spectral apparition that is now hellbent on taking over the entire city? At least, that’s what I hope you were thinking. ❞

[willycutrustme]

@misscrcft asked: “now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

from more random dialogue prompts !! still accepting !

lacing his fingers together, brenner regarded lara with his full attention. his curiosity now peaked. ❝ i assure you miss croft, there is not much you could say that would surprise me. ❞ he had never been accused of being someone who could lose his composure. it was rather amusing, if a bit insulting.

with the most encouraging smile martin could muster, he held out a hand for her to continue. ❝ please. ❞

[killedsoft]

❥    @misscrcft​​

        ❝ I can’t help if you won’t tell me what’s wrong, Lara, ❞   Elizabeth attempts at a gentler tone despite the urgency beneath it. It wasn’t like the Croft’s conflicts were ever so   average   that they allowed for patience, after all.

[sonoftartessos]

@misscrcft sent: 4. a peck on the cheek

send me   ‘ kisses ‘  and i’ll generate a number for how / where my muse kisses yours

León nursed a cold beer and watched the locals enjoy the midday sun. As cocky as León pretended to be at times, being so far off the tourist trail had him on tenterhooks. He pretended to ignore the 'mercenaries' drinking nearby with guns hanging from their backs. This bar was the worst place to meet. It had him questioning his life choices.

'Señor Arganthonios Laurel?' A middle-aged man in a cream suit approached his table with a young woman at his side. 

'¿Sí?' León squinted at them, shielding his eyes from the glaring midday sun. 

'We apologise for the delay. Complications found us.' The man glanced at the mercenaries as they made a raucous noise over their game of cards. 'I don't believe two have met yet! Señor Arganthonios Laurel, this is Miss Croft. Miss Croft this is Señor-' 

'León,' León interrupted. Standing, he gave Lara a brief kiss on each cheek before turning to the man. 'We should walk and talk,' León said as he pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. He wanted to make sure they didn't outstay their welcome. It was clear the three of them were now the focus of attention for several of the mercenaries loitering around. 

[disasteregyptologist]

@misscrcft​​ asked ; “Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

the pain in her leg only just hit her, perhaps it was the adrenaline. It must have happened when the door to the entrance fell through, she coughed away the dust. Eyes went toward Lara, glad that she was at least with her even if the rest of their party had been separated. 

“.. oh, so I am” evelyn muttered, “must have gotten caught when the door caved .. are you alright miss croft? “ she bashed the torch in her hand to turn it on so at least they had some light. 

[bruisedconscience]

@misscrcft​ liked for a starter: 

He hadn’t even had a chance to change out of his bandages, yet. Here this stranger was, no uniform, no anything, making her way toward an open window with her arms full and a pack on her shoulders. 

“The museum is open to the public during the day,” he called out in his polite Cambridge accent. Maybe she spoke English. He didn’t like to assume. “Perhaps you might return those artifacts and see them again during the day...” 

[bruisedconscience]

@misscrcft​ replied to a starter: 

“Perhaps it’s worth much more than that...” Regardless, deft fingers released their hold around the relic and Lara’s dark eyes locked on the man.

“What is life without a little risk?”

She was letting the mask go...for now. Victor’s head tilted like a snake’s, eyes steady against hers. 

“Nice,” he murmured with a smile. “Life is risk, that’s all it is.” He gestured with his head toward the door. “Why don’t you go on, now? Mr. Sionis doesn’t like seeing blood in his house. Be best for both of us if you left, now...” 

[bruisedconscience]

HURT/COMFORT PROMPTS | ACCEPTING

@misscrcft​ sent: “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” ((for Barry 

He’d startled himself awake again. Sometimes, his dreams turned sour if he so much as got too hot while sleeping. Sometimes, if he wasn’t getting much sleep in general, they got worse. Sometimes, they got worse for seemingly no reason at all. 

So here he was, panting heavily into their cool, shared hotel room, a bed and a couch and he’d had to fight to get the couch, his shirt and the backs of his knees soaked through with sweat as he tried to pull the wet sheet off of himself. 

Lara. Lara was there. She was here. 

He’d woken her up. 

Barry tried to catch his breath, make his panicked, wide gaze slide back down into something more calm. Something sleepy. Something normal. 

“Sorry,” he croaked, “I didn’t mean to...wake you up. That’s lame...” 

He smoothed a clammy hand down his drenched face and looked around the room. 

No Kornegal. No Albert. No innocent, dead man spitting death threats, insults, and blood at him in a tongue he couldn’t techncially understand. 

He needed a shower. 

“Sorry,” he said again, coming back down into himself and steadily feeling more exhausted and less energized in the process. “I’m fine, try and...go back to bed. I’ll be fine.” 

[bruisedconscience]

"The first time you entered my head incidentally but the other times you were definitely there on purpose. The best was when we were... um, very publicly affectionate."

n.sfw asks | no longer accepting 

They’d just been talking about sex... Lara—  

“You have fantasies about us...having sex in public?” His voice is a stage-whisper, like somebody might overhear them despite them being alone. 

[bruisedconscience]

"I mean - yeah, I might have thought of you in that way. More than once. Is that weird?"

n.sfw asks | accepting

“You had fantasies about me? More than once? That means a few of the times weren’t on accident...”

“Why would— How— ...How did you picture...us... Like, what would you...want us to do, exactly?”

[bruisedconscience]

"So... would you ever think of me that way?"

n.sfw asks | accepting

“In the... In that way?”

“Well...would you...ever think of me that way...?”

[bruisedconscience]

"Buuuut, say you're tied up and you just have to watch." The brunette hid a smirk as she shifted closer. "How long would it take you to go crazy?"

n.sfw asks | accepting

“Tied?” So he couldn’t touch her? Or himself?

“Well I’d probably go crazy in about five minutes, but...since I probably wouldn’t be able to get off without...having any way to jack off... I’d probably at least last a while...”