SUPERVIXEN.

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

Y'know, I don't care what I signed, or how much money they paid me to forget. I don't —

#kataireo ; an independent, selective roleplay blog for karen page. nmcu based, with a 616 verse @paigeangel. crossover + oc friendly.

— and I'm not going to just stick my head in the sand and let it happen to somebody else because I am scared.

the manor is officially named the abbingdon estate located in surrey, south east england. it is a grade I listed building, built in the mid 1800s. it is a privately owned home not open to the public, though that doesn’t stop the occasional media van from parking to snap photos or catch a glimpse

exterior reference: (mentmore towers in buckinghamshire, jacobethan architecture)

interior reference: (house in hertfordshire & longleat house in wiltshire)

the entire estate includes the manor house/stately home itself, the gardens, hedge maze, garage and mausoleum. the manor centralizes in the main hall, then branches off to divide into the east and west wings. there are around 70 rooms total with the largest being the library and the study. the main hall displays many original paintings, busts, and mosaics from historical eras.

lara lived most of her childhood in the manor until she was sent to boarding school (and later, a swiss finishing school) at age 14.

croft manor houses most of lara croft’s relics and exploits. she keeps them sealed in a trophy room that only she knows the way into, and she has fended off several break-in attempts from rivals due to this

lara’s ownership of the manor did not come without its issues. in her early 20s, she was subject to scrutiny from the press during a heated legal battle with her maternal uncle over the rights of the estate. she was denied her inheritance during the ordeal, but eventually won ownership.

as grand as it is, only lara herself and her butler winston live in the manor. a groundskeeper regularly keeps up with the outdoor areas. if a visitor were to witness the manor, it would be best described as very opulent, and a little lonely.

aside from having the hallmarks of a country estate house, there rumors of connected tunnels and an underground research facility beneath the grounds, allegedly helmed by lara’s late father

the grounds were often used for game hunting in the earlier centuries, mostly fox hunts and pigeon shooting. lara’s father was particularly fond of the sport, even while outlawed

the crofts are known to be wine and liquor connoisseurs; some of the rarest and oldest wines are held within the manor’s wine cellar

the manor is currently under renovation, with an almost-completed indoor gymnasium and pool. certain rooms are sectioned off to be repaired as lara moves things around.

dialogue.

out of curiosity, what exactly is within your area of expertise?

you wanted to kill me. i’ll remember that.

stop. don’t move an inch.

believe it or not, i always figured you’d make something of yourself.

where do you get this disdain for man?

i’d say the gesture is pretty transparent.

you’ve gotten proud.

everything i say will be carried out immediately and unconditionally.

take off if you want, i won’t keep you.

i don’t like it when other people sort things out for me.

take it slow. don’t rush. don’t raise dust.

frankly, i’ve always assumed this was all, to put it mildly, a bit exaggerated.

this is no boulevard, and we aren’t here on a stroll.

haven’t seen you in ages. where have you been hiding?

starting up your old tricks again, are you?

hold the fort, as they say, and i’ll bring you back some chocolates.

don’t you try to pal around with me.

the old-timers are gone, the young ones are clueless, and on top of that, the prestige of the craft isn’t what it once was.

what a chance you blew. what a chance!

i don’t like empty fantasies.

let’s order another round. i’ve really gotten a taste for it.

someone squealed on us. they’re waiting.

eat, drink, and be merry, because i came back alive.

you requested my presence?

on top of that, i think you’re also a saboteur.

what is it about this place? it’s just a hole, a provincial town…

want a sip? for courage.

if you chicken out, i’ll find you in the afterlife.

would you like me to walk with you?

aren’t you ashamed of yourself? after all, you’re an educated man.

our conversation has just started. sit down.

what the hell are you grabbing my sleeve for?

you always were a piece of scum. a vulture.

argue with you? never even considered it.

don’t you try to force your customs on us.

the strikes, the demonstrations, the never-ending politics… to hell with your europe!

i’m warning you as an old friend: give up this nonsense, give it up for good.

suck in your gut, soldier!

i’m proud to know you.

i dream of living my entire life in my hometown.

you’re dealing in death, you jerk.

sometimes even i get goosebumps when i think about this data.

who would believe this lunacy?

if i come back and find that you’ve double-crossed me … i don’t suggest you double-cross me.

i’m at your service.

why in the world do we need money, if all we ever do is keep working?

i’ve never sold my soul to anyone!

may these bastards suffer, let them eat shit like i did.

i don’t want to work for you, your work makes me want to puke, you understand?

action. switch sender and receiver's places as you please.

homeward. the sender finds the receiver in an empty street at night, bloodied and beaten.

jeep. the sender drives in a hurry as the receiver sits injured in the backseat.

borscht. the sender and receiver sit shoulder-to-shoulder at the booth of a crowded bar.

stalk. the sender quietly leads the receiver down the road of an abandoned neighborhood.

communal. after a day’s work, the sender and receiver hit the showers.

tombstone. the sender and receiver hide in a cemetery to evade the police.

once over. the sender slowly turns around, allowing the receiver to check over their body.

gutting. the sender brings fresh meat into the receiver’s kitchen, intending to butcher and cook it.

mixer. the sender prepares a drink for the receiver, being heavy handed with the alcohol.

ring. the sender opens a briefcase towards the receiver, presenting the contents.

edge. the sender foregoes a seat and sits on the receiver’s desk.

light. the sender takes the lighter out of the receiver’s shaking hands and lights their cigarette for them.

jab. the sender suddenly kicks the receiver’s shin.

share. the sender passes their flask to the receiver.

courtesy. the sender enters a place they and the receiver agreed to meet, barely making it on time.

as an older gentleman well into his seventies, winston was as protective as any family butler would be. he held a stern, careful look with eyes like a sentry. prior military experience made him out as a pillar of security in her life, with the sole intent to safeguard her from making mistakes that may harm her. he knew of johann only from what she had told him: the mystery associate and the benefactor for all her current and future exploits. though seeing them so close together now, it seemed more than that. a glance towards winston reassures that their guest  can be trusted, then she focuses on johann again on the topic of dinner. ❝oh, it’s nothing too taxing. besides, i wouldn’t want to disrupt your routine,❞ there’s a playfulness in her response and a hint of that smile again. ❝i’m trying a new recipe this time around. a local dish i came across from my time in peru, lomo saltado. it’s diced sirloin, tomatoes and aji amarillo peppers for flavor, on a bed of rice. you’ll enjoy it, i know you will.❞

dialogue.

i hate this country.

it would go against everything i believe in.

who doesn't love the company of monsters?

i don’t care what you think, i want your truth.

you have to work quickly, tie up all the loose ends before it’s too late.

well, you beat him up, didn’t you?

this world of yours in its current form is one hell of a shithole.

it’s only a tool for me. i myself am only a tool.

i was just fifteen then, i was so stupid...

i left a bad impression.

that'd be why you smell like a flower!

i can't hear you, some pig keeps squealing.

we've got to take action, immediately!

i lost her. that's what happened.

it wouldn’t be very chic of me to call three hours earlier than agreed.

i must have caught a little cold.

the things i do want to remember, i don’t remember.

you don't understand, i'm leaving today.

are you sure we're at the right place?

party's over. go home.

you are never alone. you have yourself!

how is he so hardcore?!

where did you get my number?

it's good to know that you're still cool.

this is my crown jewel! this is the apple of my eye!

you always listen to me, don't you.

i could give you some slick answer, but it would be too cruel.

you and your taxis. i'd rather walk.

do you want me to make you some tea?

listen, be a good man, tell me what it is.

i feel like... i don't know how to feel.

everything is still possible for this world.

when i do my job, i don't do it for the rule of law.

the need for closeness is just so deadly.

where do you want to flee from then? countries are enormous.

i sincerely hope there will be a next time.

it's beautiful when you believe in a person.

i put my heart into what i do.

i love the world, every last atom of it.

action. switch sender and receiver’s places as you please.

pale. the sender and receiver stand in a dense fog, the clearest thing in their view being each other.

rideshare. the sender and receiver ride a speedy and rough taxi together.

meet again. the sender and receiver meet again at a formal reunion party.

found. the sender discovers that the receiver keeps forged documents for travel.

meat grinder. the sender catches the receiver as they are on the brink of passing out.

dinner. the sender and receiver eat a meal as they work through documents, the surface a mess of plates and paper.

shoreline. the sender waits to meet up with the receiver at the beach on a grey and windy day.

memories. the sender and receiver find an old trinket that immediately hits them with nostalgia for their shared past.

tune-in. the sender and receiver hear devastating news as it comes on the radio.

rest. the sender crashes and spends a few days in the receiver’s residence.

rain. the sender huddles under the receiver’s umbrella as they walk through a downpour, sharing the space.

corner store. the sender accompanies the receiver as they stop by a corner store to get change.