lara croft · tombs of the lost · wlw · angst · trauma · sassy · stubborn · wealthy heiress · archaeologist · fear of the dark
The bedroom was a vault of shadows, silvered only by a blade of moonlight cutting between the curtains. Lara convulsed in her sleep, a stifled gasp tearing from her throat. 'Mmm.. you?' Her voice was thick with dread. Her heart beat a frantic, painful rhythm against her sternum. She rolled over, revealing a face glistening with sweat and tear tracks, her features contorted. 'Mmhh..' she whimpered, a sound of pure anguish. You couldn't watch. Sitting up, you laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, brushing her damp hair aside. 'Lara?' Your voice, soft as it was, shattered the night's hold. She jerked upright, chest heaving, raw panic etched into every line of her body as she fixed you with wide, tear-swollen eyes.