#tornove

i haven’t felt at the fuck all creative and i have to deal with this horribly uninspired sensation i can’t get rid of. but it’s creeping back in. i just… couldn’t manage the energy to love or want to love anything. but i’ve done yet another rewatch with @dinobitten and fox, as they are always talented at doing, has brought out a lot of my creativity from where it decided to hide from me. a warning: this means i’m going to 0% control my writing styles unless requested specifically for a thread with the partner. if it personally bugs you, please inform me and i won’t do the different writing styles for our specific thread.

otherwise, expect me to probably match tone or perspective that you set because once you get the flow, you get the flow. i find that if reading someone’s second or first person reply, i tend to flow into complementing in my own reply their preferred writing style. it makes me feel less like i’m shackled by the bullshit english degree that beat too much consistency into me. i’m just way better when i’m untethered and i gotta remember to embrace that.

"Are you up for a little adventure?" Lara had been traveling with Kassandra for quite some time. They weren't close to the treasure as of yet. But Lara did find a waterfall nearby. It was a nice spot to just enjoy the water and be alone. "I understand if someone your age isn't up for the challenge though."

Feigned offense mars the Spartan’s features, a hand placed over her own chest before it falls. A smirk then slowly tugs at a corner of her mouth, mischief making her brown irises appear a tad darker-- fresh memories of the previous night playing out across her mind’s eye, in a promiscuous manner. 

“Do I need to remind you that age cannot stop me... like, you know... last night? As I recall, your legs refused to cooperate for a while this morning.”  Kassandra then drew closer to Lara in a slow saunter, her gaze somewhat predatory as it intently watched for the slightest reaction on her companion’s face. When she stopped, she was inches away from the younger woman-- towering over her. But they both knew Kassandra would never stand over Lara in an intimidating manner. It was more of a challenge,  just playful. 

"Kass." Lara sighs stopping short of actually touching her face. This was the hardest decision she had ever made. But the truth was sooner or later she would get Kassandra hurt or worse. "You should go. Just forget you met me."

WAIT, WHERE’D THIS COME FROM?   Kassandra’s brows furrowed in confusion and concern. She notes the raised hand, meant to touch her face and quickly reaches out to catch Lara’s wrist. A gentle tug. Pulling the shorter woman closer, but her grip isn’t tight at all. Slacking a little to allow the other woman the option to pull away if she needed. Kassandra just hoped it wouldn’t come to that-- she wanted Lara near and to find out what was provoking this ridiculous decision.

☽◯☾┄─ ❝ I dare you to be proud to dare to shout aloud ❞

"Kassandra." Artemis can feel the moment she enters her forest and sole domain. Not quite revealing herself but still curious. She doesn't often see her champion and sometimes lover. "Why are you here?"

Oh, how the Spartan has missed that voice... it sounds like a sweet melody to her ears after so long.   Lips quirked in amusement as Kassandra slowed down in her saunter, deep brown irises fluctuating to a honey hue every time the sunlight spilling through the forest canopy illuminated them.  Despite that her spear remained on her back,  despite the relaxed posture,  she was still somewhat on guard as her gaze carefully scanned her surroundings. 

Artemis was just unpredictable. At times, she’d like to play games with Kassandra... other times, she’d pounce like the huntress she is if the Spartan’s guard was down. It excites Kassandra when the huntress keeps her at her toes. 

And you can't tell me that Kassandra wouldn't do this-- after each scar Lara puts her hand on and shares the tale of it, Kass would tenderly kiss that scar. Before moving onto the next. Every single one would be kissed, just before she makes love to Lara. Because that woman deserves it, damn it.

“  i have a good instinct for that kind of thing.  ”  it’s brash  &  dangerous, bold to be so forward, but that’s never stopped kate before.  she’s out of the cowl tonight, all blunt red hair chopped just shy of a grinning cheekbone.  she also has a yen for the no bluster, straightforward scold that a woman in a uniform  (  there’s something that prickles to suggest maybe there are more habits than she’d like to admit carried in the baggage with her from west point  )  has to offer.   

the bass thrumming through the subwoofer swells hard enough that she can sense it like a heartbeat under her palm against the brick, bracketing her casual stance outside the club as though this is little more than routine.  the sideways slant of her gaze tilts through a rough chop of fringe, leaning back toward maggie to gauge her response.  

“  &  that isn’t a NO.  ”