Lara Ravel - Tumblr Posts
This basically sums them up
saw the funger version and made this
Draft: "13 Seats In The Anatomy Theater" [Segment: Lara Ravel Character Study/Introduction]
Silence lay steadily upon the Shelter, floorboards untouched but for the swift clicks of shoes on the wooden surfaces, carefully chosen as stepping stones by one who knew which planks creaked and groaned from years of experience pacing in loneliness. Lara Ravel avoided the cracks between boards with every fourth step, caution that had blossomed from a hidden instinct as reliable as the urge to close one's eyes when sneezing. Superstition, one could say. Her shoes shone a modest brown, polished and disused, squeaking a bit when bent by the arch of her feet kicking along her skirt, devoid of dust only by virtue of a thorough wash the day prior, lace dried by candlelight as she wrung her hands while watching the dinner table be set down by Grigory and Stakh, taken out of storage to fill the undead dining room, like a crude attempt at necromancy on the honor of the Ravel house.
The dress had been unworn for so long, she'd wondered if it was even hers, perhaps an heirloom, or a forgotten piece of clothing from one of her treasured visitors. It hung heavy on her frame, faded lavender color blending into her pallid skin, but somehow bearing elegantly, adorning the daughter of Captain Ravel with dignity and poise she had once abandoned for the manic dream of somehow honoring her father with use of a pistol. Only heavier than her shoulders was her head, braided hair pinned as a bun, somehow more burdensome than a crown could ever be, the weight of expectation. Expectation to live on after death. Perhaps it was the steppe air bearing down on her mind, manifesting thoughts as stones in her skull.
Lara shook the somber thought like she'd done countless times before, frowning down at a scuff on the floor caused by Grigory’s carelessness the day prior, no doubt. Her guests wouldn't care to scrutinize her home, but she somehow felt as though that one scratch on the polished wooden facade told more of her inadequacies as a host than any spoken word. Twelve guests, and not a single one would avert their eyes from her as they would from the flaws in the house, be it a mote of dust or a chip of paint. Twelve guests in the spirit of twelve hours, not a single care to spare for the faded cushions on the study couch or the creaking hinge on the parlor door, but keen eyes facing each other with sharpness rivaled only by the cutlery. The equinox was never a real holiday on the Gorkhon, but a spirited part of Lara wished for the event to stand flawless anyway, if only for the sake of a single-minded desire to prove herself a gracious and diligent homeowner.
Silence persisted like a mantle over the Shelter and its mistress, just as it did over the evening of the town, a blanket over the steppe. Unbroken still, but expectant like her ears, keenly listening to the waver of footsteps on her front yard, the steady knock of knuckles on her door, the intermittent breathing of a guest upon her home. Lara Ravel waited for the curtain of quiet to be either gently folded away or otherwise ripped to shreds by company, knowing well she would never be the one to lay silence to rest herself, allowing her home to remain a shrine to emptiness, occupied only temporarily by travelers and vagabonds. A catacomb, a sepulcher. It was time for a dinner to be held, and she would not sit at the table and break bread, for she was not one to break things, be it silence or bonds.
день 6: отголоск беды\ day 6: aftersound of misfortune
das my girl overthrowing the government
Lara and Dankovsky need to go to the shooting range together and bond over family military trauma
Pathologic sketchdump because this game gave me brainworms.
One of my favourite and most relatable parts of P2 was commiserating with a colleague about your experiments not working out the way you expected, and coming away from it 5 minutes later with a breakthrough.
Modern outfits
Experimenting with giving Artemy some more East Asian features given that he’s half Kin who are based on the Buryat people as a little treat to myself, an East Asian.
Ooooooo my horrible little epidemiologist. He’s literally just like me fr
day 23-24: PRICE OF SALVATION
Souls as black as soot, evildoers, wicked people.
yeah there was only one bed but have u considered the whole ass floor
Old courtyard Wanted to do something more substantial but im toast
i drew this instead of sleeping tonight
based on a comment on reddit hehe
