“ 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, ” she said. The sky tore itself open, and rain the color of rust came pelting down, lashed by the wind this way and that, the clouds and vein-ridden sky an OPEN WOUND, festering. With all the sanguine dramatics it was displaying in a surprising show of EGOISM, Lara needed to compensate. Her voice remained even and calm, like this was normal. Which sadly, for her, it was. Tsunamis, hurricanes, typhoons ––– all part of the extravagant Lara Croft lifestyle. Some days, Lara felt more curse than woman, and where she went, destruction was sure to follow.
Perhaps when she’d left Yamatai she’d taken a part of it with her, and that was her burden for surviving.
She wondered when, if ever, the locusts would arrive, and if it would be as evangelical as the trite cause Trinity preached. A world reborn indeed.
“ They’re micro-algae that cause the coppery color. Unfortunately, the world’s not ending quite yet. That’d be too easy, now wouldn’t it? ” Blithely, she smiled at him, looking away when he caught her eyes.
Lara sighed as a flight of pterodactyls broke through a cluster of clouds, doing rounds above like vultures. Only they looked like they wouldn’t wait until the two of them were dead.
“ I’ll ready my weapons. ” She eyed the sky. “ Just in case. ”
BLOODY HELL / accepting .
( 15: bloody rain )