SHAMBHALA AU OPEN POST

[totallytrustworthy]

[It's been a long time coming. A long fight and an even longer downward slope with her heels dug into the barest scraps of whatever leads Lazarevic had been chasing. Harry had tried to keep their necks above the waterline, heart stitched into his shoddy, second-rate work, but as always it was Drake that had provided the last key pieces that got them this far. She'd wanted it to be a willing deal, the way she'd wanted a lot of things to be true that weren't: stubborn and stupid, stuck to his pride more than he'd ever stuck to her back. All the plans they'd made, all the senseless heroics-- feet settled on the sacred, breathtaking stonework of Shambhala, holding the winning hand, and he'd still rather keep his eyes fixed on the reporter. Fights tooth and nail while she's left chasing the ghost of his grip.

God, she feels sick for it. Angry and bitter as the acrid taste of blood on her tongue.]