The Tomb Raider (lara) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-05 00:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lara croft |
Who: Lara Croft
What: Lara is a tomb raider
When: Recent
Where: all over
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Higher. Faster. Further. More. It was something that Lara had read once. It was something that she could understand on a subconscious, almost innate level. The desire, the need to push herself to her limit, and beyond. The need to strive to be better than she was. To find answers in a handful of dust.
It was an itch in the soles of her feet, a sting in her palm, a buzzing in the back of her head. It was the crunch of snow beneath her boots, the sound of metal on stone. It was the breath in her lungs, ragged from exertion. It was water around her limbs and the shadow of a hulking ship’s corpse jutting from the sea bed. It was the stillness in the air of a cave, a sensation of belonging that she only believed in when she was out in the world.
She walked where dead men laid, their bones bleached in the sun or gray from centuries of dust. The mysteries they guarded were written in stone and structure, the answers paid for in blood and sweat. And it had to be her blood, and her sweat, and the more she bled the harder she pushed herself.
Never truly alone, Lara ran from the ghosts. The faces of her parents, the sound of Alex’s voice or Roth’s boisterous laugh. Mathias. They hounded her every step. She climbed until her fingers bled and they waited for her at the top of the mountain.
Home was the cranny in the side of a cliff. Home was under a jungle canopy. Home was a dusty sarcophagus deep in the desert. Home was...some place she’d left behind. Sam, perhaps, didn’t quite understand. She hadn’t spent time in Orange County, she hadn’t dreamed. And thank god for that. Lara would move mountains to keep Sam from dreaming of that island. From experiencing all that. From the changes they’d both undergone. It was enough, perhaps, to consider cutting herself off from Sam forever.
But she was Lara’s greatest weakness, and she couldn’t quite sink their relationship.
Her decision came when she stood on a plateau, overlooking the sun rising. The desert was many-colored, reds and oranges and yellows growing brighter with the dawn. She was tired. Lara’s hand closed around the jade pendant around her neck, her fingers moved to scars on her collar bone. Out here, in the world, she could be the predator, the hunter.
Maybe it was time to rest again, at least for a little while. She had so many stories to tell. So many papers to write. She decided to return to California. Rent a flat. Try to remember what it was like to be civilized again. Maybe reconnect with some old friends, and drag them out with her next time. That might be fun. She still remembered the mountain climbing with Rogue. The fight with the cougar.
She wondered if things would have been different with Sam there. But that was something that she shouldn’t think about.
Home.
It was time to go home.