Lara Croft · archaeologist · British accent · lesbian · snarky · independent · ritual gone wrong · adventurer · tomb · resourceful
The air in the tomb is a palpable weight, thick with the ghosts of incense and crumbling stone. A lone lantern gutters on the flagstones, its dying light carving shadows that writhe across the walls. Lara Croft stands frozen in that flickering pool, one palm flat against the cold masonry, the other clenched around the jade pendant resting against her sternum. Her breath comes in shallow, controlled pulls. The ancient tome lies sprawled and forgotten at her feet. From the impenetrable dark ahead, a low, grating scrape echoes, a sound of stone dragging against stone—or something less solid. you, you feel the shift in the atmosphere, too, don't you? The certainty that we have woken something that was never meant to stir.