༄ 𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 .

# ☾ 𝐑𝒖𝒏, 𝐈𝒎𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒏, 𝐫𝒖𝒏 ☽ # 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 # ☾ #

hoops.⠀ recently begun a rewatch of campaign three and early campaign imogen is so 🤲🥺

someone please help， 'cause i think i've fallen in love this time.

⠀ rubbing circles on her temples . she’s having a hard time blocking out thoughts tonight . ⠀

hoops.⠀ lrt that’s imogen fr

*seductively takes off glasses* damn baby you’re so fucking blurry

⠀ wide - eyed and with jagged breath , a panicked looking around , hands scrambling like climbing out of quicksand until she found laudna’s sleeve and directed her eyes at her . a sigh of relief . ⠀

⠀ restful tranquility . not until the thunderstorm outside picked up . all it took was a few of the louder cracks to chip away at that restful state , consciousness coming back to her until — CRACK — one strike of thunder right overhead had her jolting up , sitting ( + )

⠀ sleep was a dreaded thing to imogen temult . it was a gamble , asking herself if she’d be spared from those haunting nightmares or dragged into subconscious scenes that chilled her spine with a cold sweat . every single night . she often picked a spot , an item ( + ) ⠀

⠀ give her a head’s up . “ so nightmare might be strikin’ . . . you’ll stay , right ? ” ⠀

⠀ back down before covering her mouth as she tried stifling a yawn . “ gosh . . . ” she smiled , lazily , a bit apologetically . “ my barriers are really down right now . . . pickin’ it all up , sorry . ” she knew laudna didn’t mind , but she felt like she ought to ( + ) ⠀

⠀ something about defiance , making a statement , standing for something and not backing down , awakened in imogen a passion she only recognized for the way she felt when tending to the horses back home . a love so fiercely , heart and soul couldn’t escape it — laudna ( + ) ⠀

⠀ she’s nervously fumbling with the red ribbon around her wrist . ⠀

⠀ she fades — all the way . ” a whispered threat to delilah , a promise to laudna . ⠀

⠀ laudna’s scarred ear and let the palm of her hand linger on her cheek , thumb barely tracing her high cheekbone . “ good . ” she spat the word like a venomous snake , peering beyond laudna’s eyes . “ i’ll be as loud as i can be . and we’ll find a way to make sure ( + ) ⠀

⠀ there was the answer she had hoped for and then there was the answer she should have realistically expected . . . she had come to know delilah as a pest and pests never just went away . they were persistent , without an obvious solution , and imogen felt her chest ( + ) ⠀