#twilightbcrn

send ❣️ if you think my muse is well-written!

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse >> accepting!!

My muse: Lara Croft

Do I know your muse(s): yes (*chef’s kiss*) | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other(I assume we’d be doing something else for this ?? lara does live in london)

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship(friends, yes. more will take some development)

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Liana wanting a gf 2k19: asks on date?

SEND “-👕” TO CATCH MY MUSE WITHOUT A SHIRT ON  

“Whew … ”

Let go of the webbing that was attached to a neighboring building and tilted his head back with a long inhale. When he let the breath go he pulled his mask off and walked over to his backpack. This roof was one of many locations around the city where he would web his bag up where people wouldn’t be able to find it.

“C’mon … ”

This roof was one he hadn’t visited in a few weeks buuuuut, “got it!”

He smiled and grabbed his backpack from the side of the building, just off the edge of the roof. Inside was a change of clothes and Peter dropped the bag so he could take off his suit. It was a quick change but not quick enough because once he had his pants on and started to pull his shirt over his head, he spotted Liana on the rooftop with him.

Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms

You are my sunshine,My only sunshine.You make me happyWhen skies are grey.

❋ ❋ ~Joanna was apprehensive about the job.  She could tell without the dark elf even saying a word about it; without even looking to see the tightness in her jaw or the look in her eyes.  Elena hated to see her like that.

“We don’t have to kill him,” she assured the younger elf, wrapping her arms about Joanna’s shoulders and drawing her close.  “Our employer didn’t say how to get the job done.”

Not entirely incorrect.  The job was, vaguely, to put a certain mercenary out of commission.  For the creative-minded individual, there were probably a million different ways to do just that without killing their target.  Unfortunately, Elena’s creativity ended at what sort of ways that she could put an end to a man’s life.  And Joanna knew of the woodland elf’s penchant for slaughter.

Nonetheless, she continued her reassurances.  “Just enjoy the irony of mercenary taking down mercenary, my love.” ~ ❋ ❋

You’ll never know dearHow much I love you

❋ ❋ ~ Wrong.  It was all wrong.

“Joanna!”  The name flew from her lips in a panic; a frenzy like none she’d every felt before.  Blood.  There was so much blood. ~ ❋ ❋

Please

❋ ❋ ~ It was Elena’s fault.  She’d made the mistake.  She’d loosed an arrow from the cover, nailing their target in his shoulder.  Joanna had taught her a bit of archery, and it had paid off.

Despite Joanna’s whispered pleas not to, she left the cover with a dagger in hand.  She wanted to watch as the life drained from his eyes.  And with the choice of following Elena or staying put in the cover, Joanna had followed.  ~ ❋ ❋

Don’t take my sunshine

❋ ❋ ~ Elena misjudged.  The man still had fight in him.  With the arrow shift embedded deep in his shoulder, he lunged with his sword, piercing it deep into Joanna’s gut.  There was a scream that drowned out any other sound--Elena’s scream--and next thing she knew the man was dead and Elena was covered in blood.  None of it was hers.

“Oh gods, oh no.”

She cradled the other in her lap, pressing down as hard as she could, trying desperately to staunch the bleeding to no avail.  Already Joanna’s breath was faint, eyes dazed as they stared at some point past Elena.

“Oh gods.  I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love.”

Joanna’s lips moved, but no sound made it out.  What was it?  ‘It alright’?  That would be a lie, as the one person Elena loved more than life lay dying because of her actions.  A last ‘I love you’?  Maybe just Elena’s name?

“What?  What is it?”

But Joanna couldn’t respond more than a slow blink, and her eyelids opened so slowly that it was a wonder they opened at all.

“Joanna no, please!  Stay with me!”  ~ ❋ ❋