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    —— SINCERELY , SIR HAMMERLOCK // @idlegore​

          “ HE’S MUCH TOO YOUNG FOR YOU , you know. “ he rasps between sips of water , desperate to be greedy but aware enough to exhibit some self control. it had been days since he’d properly eaten or drank - enough to keep him conscious , enough to keep him temporarily alive - and he knew better than to act with haste. it’d be no use to him if he made himself sick on it , after all , though it already felt as much , stomach cramping around the foreign concept bread and water had become. how many days had passed in the belly of the anvil ? how many had he forgotten in fugue-like stupor ?

the monotony of imprisonment had been broken with the invitation of parley. his sister had apparently invited him for tea , with the expectation that he heel and beg and tell her all she wanted , no doubt. wainwright’s inheritence was a mystery to all of them - no amount of torture or talk could get him to confess what he didn’t know. 

that didn’t mean he was a fool. he’d lived a lifetime of manipulation at her hand ; he could stand another lecture if it meant a shower and a respite from his cell. 

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  she’s  never  been  above  asking  for  help.        not  when  it’s  needed   -   and  not  when  there  are  no  roads  around  it.        but  that  doesn’t  stop  her  from  feeling  vulnerable,      a  sensation  she  loathes  deep  down  to  the  core.        she  might’ve  considered  chloe  a  friend  once,      before  favors  turned  into  longstanding  debts  that  made  saying  no  nearly  impossible.        before  something  as  simple  as  a  shared  document  became  accompanying  the  other  on  an  endeavor  she  didn’t  truly  believe  in.        it  isn’t  that  lara  views  herself  as  above  it,      it’s  that  she  isn’t  certain  chloe’s  morals  are  the  same  as  her  own   -   that  she  isn’t  all  the  way  convinced  they’re  on  the  same  team.        settled  down  into  the  passenger  seat  of  their  rental  jeep,      map  splayed  out  on  her  knees,      her  bottom  lip  is  pulled  between  her  teeth.        careful  consideration  as  her  left  digit  travels  along  their  projected  path,      “     we  should  make  a  right  at  the  forked  road,      at  least  according  to  the  map.      ”

that’s  if   the  scrap  of  paper  is  truthful.        lara’d  like  to  believe  that  it  was,       that  they  hadn’t  been  duped  once  again  by  false  documents  and  lies  spread  to  keep  the  world’s  secrets  at  bay.        shifting  in  her  seat,      carefully  folding  the  map  back  together,      her  elbow  comes  to  rest  on  the  middle  console.        “      you’re  sure  about  this?      ”        it’s  hardly  the  first  time  she’s  questioned  it,      but  now  seems  as  good  a  time  as  any  to  do  so  again.        to  ensure  that  if  things  get  hairy,      as  they  so  often  did,      that  chloe  wouldn’t  leave  her  high  and  dry.        because  trust  is  fickle  in  this  business,      and  despite  their  history,      lara’s  never  quite  comfortable  with  anyone  but  jonah  at  her  side.        “      just   -   tell  me  the  story  again,      will  you?      ”