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Dancing
By : fayzalmoonbeam
Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all)
Views: 4525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Chapter
7: TearingSummary:
The paradise that Lara and Hillary reached in Chapter 6 is just about to go
sour...but fear not, there will be a happy ending, I promise! Get your tissues
ready, folks!***
Later
that evening, too tense to eat, Lara prowled the house. Since his rapid
departure from the cellar three hours ago, she had seen neither hide nor hair of
Hillary, who had made himself particularly elusive. Lara desperately needed
reassurance that his feelings for her hadn’t changed, but every time she tried
to find him, she was told by Mrs Bainbridge that he had gone out. The kindly
cook’s eyes shone with sympathy for her young mistress as she saw her
confusion, but she could not offer Lara anytherther enlightenment as to
Hillary’s whereabouts.How
can he bloody well have gone out?
Lara thought, her emotions a mixture of panic and despair. She wanted to talk to
Hillary so much that even the thought of her imminent adventure in Peru was not
enough to distract her. Mindlessly, she looked over the last minute paperwork
that Jacqueline Natla had faxed through, but after ten minutes of looking at the
same page she gave in. Eventually, at around ten in the evening, she could bear
it no longer and she ventured down to Hillary’s private rooms. She knew her
presence in the lower regions of the house was highly irregular, but she was
past caring for protocol.“Hillary!”
Lara called as she wandered down the stairs to where Hillary resided in his
small suite of rooms. She could tell that Mrs Bainbridge had long since gone
home as the main kitchen was in darkness, and there didn’t seem to be anyone
else around.“Hillary!”
Still no answer. She called again. Nothing still. Hesitantly she padded down the
corridor, passing the small kitchen annexe where Hillary cooked for himself and
then the slightly larger study and sitting room where she imagined he spent his
evenings. Eventually he came to the bedroom. Still no sound from within. She
knocked gingerly, calling his name once more.Slowly,
trying not to feel like an intruder, Lara pushed open the door to the bedroom.
It was immaculately tidy, as she had often imagined it would be, and the
furniture was simple but elegant. But that wasn’t what caught her attention.
The open suitcase on the bed and Hillary sat next to it, his head in his hands,
made her heart lurch instantly. His shoulders were hunched, and he looked
totally oblivious to her intrusion.“Hillary?”
Larastiostioned softly, still hovering in the doorway.Finally,
Hillary seemed to hear her.“Lara.
Was there something you needed?” His voice was tired, strained, and as he
lifted his head, Lara noticed the dark lines under his eyes and the grey pallor
to his skin. Was she imagining it, or did she see his hands tremble as he placed
them firmly in his lap? He didn’t stand to greet her.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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