#and her belted cargo pants getting drunk and talking about lost places

[daisychainsandbowties]

Seriously, don't think about avatrice in Tomb Raider. It wouldn't really work, because so much of TR is about isolation from the rest of the world, a loner fending for herself, far away from the safety of modern society.

How would you even do that with two characters without relegating one to the background? Like, what, are they both going to be out there in the wilderness with opposing agendas or something? Clashing styles of operating AND ideologies?

I wouldn't think about it too much if I were you.

#and what if i am thinking about it now. what then #don’t think about that shitty camcorder and bea sitting with the rain falling down around her #pressing a wad of gauze into the puncture-wound in her side #drifting in and out of consciousness but pressing replay again and again to hear ava’s voice #curling up with the camera tucked against her chest and murmuring against the blood flecked metal ‘i’ll find you' #bea with her knives ripping through the island and ava alone and hunted #she knows how to use a bow because when they met in uni bestrice was on the archery team #an archaeologist in the making and always there in her tank tops #and her belted cargo pants getting drunk and talking about lost places #and ava so drawn to her that she followed her onto a ship. she followed her into a storm #tomb raider au

[moocowmoocow]

Chrisjen and Bobby for that prompt post. Either 1. Or 148. 👀👀👀

Come over here and make me

Chrisjen sighed as she changed into what passed for pajamas when her life was circumscribed by the confines of the Zenobia - a pair of sweatpants and tank top. Bobbie had apparently taken her “be somewhere else” hard. Not that she could really blame her, if she was being honest with herself. She felt like she was clinging by her fingernails to stop the universe from spinning out of control and for the first time in her fucking life she started second guessing herself.

She didn’t even know how she wanted Bobbie to answer when she asked if she was getting soft. Part of her wanted Bobbie to answer like the idealized lover, to take her in her arms and reassure her that she was doing the right thing. Another even more unreasonable part of her wanted Bobbie to give her the perfect strategy that would result in minimal death.

But Bobbie had responded like Bobbie, and reflecting upon it hours later, it had probably been what Chrisjen needed. Someone she trusted to shake her out of her self-pity, her paralysis, to get her to make the goddamn move that she needed to keep the entire system out of Marco’s hands.

It’s just that the weight of the billions of dead pressed down on her. And even with the new source of food, millions more would join them. She could hear Arjun chiding her, asking her why she was even out here in the Belt, playing cowboy.

Because if she spent more time orbiting the mass grave that was the planet she loved and spent her entire life defending, she’d most likely go mad. So she was out here, trying to save what she can.

She pulled her fingers through her unfamiliar short hair. Another of her meaningless sacrifices. She made her way toward her bed, hoping the stimulants had dimmed enough to let her sleep for awhile.

After she laid down, Bobbie stumbled into the room. Whatever Belter shit she drank must have been strong to affect her that much. “Don’t worry. I’ll be somewhere else soon.”

“No.” Chrisjen said softly. “You’re in no condition. Come to bed.”

Bobbie crossed her arms. “Come over here and make me.”

Chrisjen rolled her eyes. “Bobbie.”

And now Chrisjen really knew that Bobbie was drunk because she swallowed a sob. “You asked me what I thought, so I told you. And then you got rid of me.”

“I don’t want to have this conversation when you’re drunk.”

“Well, goddamnit, you don’t want me around when I’m fucking sober either.” She rubbed her face with her hands.

And fuck, it hit Chrisjen that Bobbie was just as lost, as devastated, as she was, even if she hid it behind bravado. The entire universe was in an uncontrolled spin. So Chrisjen was going to grab onto the one sure thing she had left. She stood and made her way to Bobbie, grasping her hand and pulling her toward the bed. It spoke to Bobbie’s inebriation that she was able to move her a few steps toward her bunk. “What are you doing?”

“You said ‘make me.’”

Bobbie shook her head. “I thought - “

Chrisjen placed a soft kiss on Bobbie’s bicep. “I’m sorry. Come to bed.”

And she could feel the tension in Bobbie’s body leave and be replaced with exhaustion. She nodded, stopping only to remove her boots and cargo pants before she climbed into the bunk. Chrisjen followed, pressing her back against the warmth of Bobbie’s body, sighing in relief as Bobbie pulled her closer.

“We’ll still have to talk about this in the morning,” Bobbie mumbled against her hair. Chrisjen nodded as she closed her eyes.

#chrisjen avasarala #bobbie draper #the expanse #chrisjen x bobbie