Tomb Raider

caelan pauses, breathes to calm herself down, she never expected to be shouting this much over this, but the moment’s here and raising her voice is the only way she can express the emotion. “i’d rather die by your side than try to fill the hole that your reckless ass is gonna leave when y’ gone.”

Another sigh, this one more defeated. She reached across the table and picked up the second talkie, studying the buttons and knobs while her teeth raked across her bottom lip, trying her utmost best to digest Caelan’s words. “Alright,” she finally decided before tossing her companion the piece of communication equipment. “Never turn that off. Grab a gun. Don’t use it unless you absolutely have to. And grab a copy of the map incase we get separated.” 

she reaches for her bag again, slings it over her shoulder.  “y’ don’t get t’ keep leavin’ me behind all the time.”

“It matters because you matter!” Lara chimes in, matching her pitch to Caelan’s before yanking her climbing axe off of the table and gripping the handle tightly. “It matters because I don’t want my friend to die helping me with this- this insane goose chase! If anything goes wrong, if one wrong move is made, I want it be on me and and only me. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you. Did you ever stop to think about that?” The archeologist gave the axe a quick twirl in the palm of her hand before holstering it in it’s rightful place on her waist. 

Rise of the Tomb Raider - Mountain Peak

“’m sorry, what?” she pauses, her own bag, fully packed, being dropped to the floor beside her.  “that’s not y’ fuckin’ decision to make, is it? ‘m comin’ with you, there’s no way that y’ goin’ all the way out there without somebody to watch y’ back. i didn’t take this job t’ pack y’ fuckin’ bags an’ then wave y’ off, i took it because i was willin’ to put myself in danger.”

A deep sigh lifted from her chest while she grabbed a walkie-talkie from the table between the two and clipped it to her utility belt. Caelan wasn’t making this easy.  “This is my decision to pursue the prophet’s tomb. This isn’t- This isn’t like breaking into a dig site and collecting artifacts, Caelan. This is bigger than that. There are bigger risks. There’s this- I don’t know what to call them- An organization, I guess- They call themselves Trinity. They’re  after what I’m after. And they have men and guns by the hundred. I- I can’t let you put your life at stake. Not this day, not like this.” 

“No-” She lunged forward, arms outstretched in front her and clambering into the other woman, desperate to gather the various weapons strewn across the table.  “Sorry,” she released a huffy puff of breath out into the air before straightening out her spine as well as her wrinkled shirt. “It’s just that- These tools are very sharp, very loaded, and very dangerous.” 

“y’ bag is all packed, boss. what’s the plan?” caelan hands lara the backpack and then shrugs her own over her shoulders. “are we gonna be investigatin’ some cool shit?”

“We?” A single brow arched, greeting her hairline while hazel hues peered up at the other through her lashes as intricate, slender fingers folded up the map she held in her hands before tucking it away in the back pocket of her tight cargo pants. “I’m going to Syria. You’re staying here, where it’s safe. I’m not putting you in danger again. I won’t lose anyone else over this.” 

“Okay.” Her hands came up to grip at the hem of her shirt to straighten out any wrinkles while her brows came up to greet her hairline before her demeanor slowly began to fall...as well as her gaze...taking a moment to scan each article of clothing that clung to her lithe figure. “Less adventure-esque?” She repeated, bringing her gaze back up to meet the other’s. She wasn’t even sure if she owned anything...more appealing than a few tank tops and a pair of tight cargo pants. “I’ll-” A sigh. And a deep one at that, lifted from her chest before continuing.  “I’ll see what else I can throw together.” The soles of her boots scuffed against the carpet below her feet as she began to saunter away. “Wait-” She stopped in her tracks and angled her body back towards her future date. “I don’t even know your name.” 

Jorge Luis Borges, A New Refutation of Time (via wordsnquotes)

just hold my hand and guide me dear I’ve never done this before (via alleyspat)

TOMB RAIDER  —  Mountain Village Underground