@STARKINLUSTING โWe look forward to seeing you, Mister Stark.โ
Winston said, watching the retreating form of his mistress as she took the second cucumber slice into her mouth and headed for her room.
Tomorrow would be here soon after all.
@STARKINLUSTING The voice on the other end was not the one that many expected when phoning said number.
It was a weary baritone thing, made even more gravelled by the line.
โCroft Manor, Winston speaking, whom is calling?โ
Asked the elderly voice whilst his mistress reclined in the arm +
@STARKINLUSTING With this relayed to her, Lara was half tempted to send Mister Stank back to the former colony lands disappointed but she resisted.
One cucumber slice plucked from over her eye and eaten before she sighed and instructed Winston to invite him for a brunch tomorrow.
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โ
โ early mornings in Croft manor.
Her eggs had been overdone, her own fault; she hadnโt wanted to wake Winston for so trivial a manner as breakfast.
Sat in her bathrobe the countess dried her hair with one hand and sipped at the teacup in her hand with the other.
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โ โ ๐ฅโ ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ โ ๐ฅ
โ โก for a short written starter.
โ โป to spread the word.
โ โก & โป to plot in DMโs.
โ Will be highly selective.
โ Minors / LewdOnly will be blocked.
@HOODEDSCOUNDREL but off to one side, one hand kept close to the pistol grip beneath her arm under the guise of reading the laminated map, headlamp flicked on.
โI hope your directions are more reliable than this map, Mister Robbins.โ
@HOODEDSCOUNDREL Lara was waaaaaay ahead of the crook with that hood he refused to take off.
Something about it โ about all of this set her teeth on edge but if it came down to it she was pretty sure she could outshoot a pair of six shooters.
As such she didnโt walk in front of him directly +
@ActOfSpeed โ/My/ kind of vacation, you understand?โ
Rhetorical of course, the stressing on the specific word told that this trip would be anything but a vacation.
This was business.
โSadly one cannot always lounge in her plush beds and have her butler wait on her hand and foot.โ
โ
โ early mornings in Croft manor.
Her eggs had been overdone, her own fault; she hadnโt wanted to wake Winston for so trivial a manner as breakfast.
Sat in her bathrobe the countess dried her hair with one hand and sipped at the teacup in her hand with the other.
@ActOfSpeed between her upper lip and nose as she replied.
โPreparing for a trip Iโm afraid,โ
She said and as if the words had sparked her into motion, she was standing, moving around Willa, one hand smoothing up the speedy brunetteโs arm to squeeze her at the bicep.
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Dark.
Ancient.
And somewhere within it lay something which had remained buried for several thousand years.
Which, naturally, meant Lara Croft intended to explore.
โYou always take me to the most wonderful of places, darling.โ
Lara remarked with playful, +