Why hello everyone! I just found this awesome new series and had to write this about my two favorite characters, Ilena/Irene and Teresa. I hope this was done alright. Hopefully I'll update soon~ Reviews are welcomed! xxx Chemie
Silhouetted figures danced, sword to sword, in the moon's silver light. The tips of their blades shimmered with each ear-splitting scrape of their large weapons. All hopes for a peaceful, silent night died as the sounds of their spar echoed throughout the forest's clearing. No, this was no dance of war or fight, as the moonlight revealed their faint smiles. Along with their smiles exposed, it also gave away their distinct womanly figures and with that other distinct traits. Their silver eyes glowed and their paled features stood out in the dimly lit area as their claymores once again met.
In a final clash of sword, both women skid back in opposite directions, panting and gasping for breath as they came to a standstill. A sheen of sweat glistened on their brows, their chests heaving with the labor of their small brawl. The blonde, slightly taller woman was the first to straighten her posture and dug her sword into the fleshy ground beneath her feet. She took a grounding breath before sauntering her way over to her opponent. The small statured woman had also managed to catch her breath, leaving her claymore to take its place into the ground, just as the former had just done. As the woman approached, she brought her gaze up from the grassy terrain. The luminescence revealed her sharp facial features, and pointed ears. Her narrow, silver eyes met beautiful large, almond shaped eyes framed with flowing, wavy blonde tresses.
The blonde stood in front of her, a look of yearning in her eyes that was so intense they would've been given them away in an instant. Her ivory hand made its way through the other woman's silvery tresses, a smile dressing her countenance. The paler woman took a gentle hand that was bigger than her own, and placed it against her cheek, earning a sigh from its owner.
"I've missed this, Ilena." Her eyes had already given her away, as well as her now relaxed posture. Ilena, as she had been named, stood up straighter and moved her arms to wrap themselves around the other's neck. "As have I, Teresa." The silver haired woman whispered into her ear. Teresa slipped her arms around Ilena's slender waist, pulling her close. The blonde pressed her lips to her forehead before resting her chin on top of her head. Ilena gave one of her rare smiles as she pulled back and cupped her cheek with her dainty hand. It was then she closed the space between them and pressed her lips to the slightly taller woman. The blonde gratefully returned the gesture, resting a hand on Ilena's hip.
Teresa pulled back only to rid the smaller woman of her armor, letting Ilena return the gesture. Before either could blink, Ilena was gently laid onto her back, the night illuminating her face. Teresa gazed down at her as she loomed over her. "You are so beautiful, my Quicksword." She whispered, letting her eyes wander Ilena's petite figure. Ilena's face was once again dressed with a small smile. "No, my love. I believe you are the one who is truly beautiful. I don't know if I'm worth-" She was cut off with a swift kiss to her soft lips. "Don't even think of finishing that sentence. You, Lena, are my love, my whole life. Don't you ever believe otherwise." Ilena felt a heat creep up behind the skin of her cheeks and she had to avert her gaze away from Teresa's intense stare.
"Don't look away. Then I can't see your beautiful eyes."
"You're doing this to me on purpose." This earned a giggle from the blonde.
"I can't help it, you're just adorable." Ilena's eyes narrowed earning a growl with no real vice behind it.
"I am not!" A string of giggles left ivory lips as soft, pale ones were once again being ravaged. Teresa made her way down her neck eliciting a muffled moan from Ilena. Teresa pulled back to whispered in her ear. "I quite enjoyed that sound." Ilena rolled her eyes before closing them as Teresa left a trail of kisses from the back of her ear to her prominent collar bone. Teresa fisted the side of Ilena's uniform, cursing it for being in her way. Ilena stifled a chuckle and Teresa gave her a childish pout.
"I apologize, my dear Teresa, but it was much too endearing." She said, reaching up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. Her smile faded and she stroked Teresa's cheek with her thumb. "We don't have the time I'm afraid." Ilena's velvety voice lacked conviction, giving away what she really wanted and what she knew was right. Teresa rested her forehead against the other's, eyes closed in solemn silence. "I wish we had time. I wish I could just be with you all the time. My hearts aches, Ilena."
Ilena felt her own human heart ache. She offered a sad smile, staring into her eyes. "I know. Maybe someday we'll get lucky…" It was false hope. They were Claymore, warriors that were damned to die. They were only in the teen rankings, but they were moving up quickly. They both held much promise for the Organization and if their feelings were found out- they could be dead instantly. Teresa of the Faint Smile and Quicksword Ilena were forces to be reckoned with.
To any other warrior or civilian, they were cold hearted and ruthless, stoic beings, and their hearts only purpose was to keep them alive. They felt nothing and their lust for blood went unmatched by any and all other warriors. But to them, this couldn't be farther from the truth. Both women, when in the presence of each other, were consumed by a feeling that only a human heart could fathom. But they considered themselves humans. They were not monsters, no matter what anybody told them.
Teresa let a tear fall from her pale eyes and rolled to her side to lie beside Ilena. The silver haired woman adjusted herself to face her blonde secret lover. Teresa's hand lay over Ilena's hip and pulled her closer to herself. "Can you stay the night?" She whispered, trying to hide her sadness. Ilena was not one to cry, but she hated when Teresa did. "They're expecting me back early in the morning. I can stay until you fall sleep." Her whisper sounded broken and heavy. Teresa buried her nose into the soft and familiar tresses of silver hair, feeling despair overcome her. "I won't be able to sleep. I want to spend every second with you."
Ilena leaned up and kissed her lovingly on the lips, her desperation obvious. "I know. But you need rest. We'll see each other again, Teresa." Teresa returned her kiss, feeling sobs overcome her. She fell asleep that night with Ilena in her arms. When she woke, the pale woman was gone. With her, she took a piece of her heart as well. But because she was on her way to the top, she put on her façade and went about her routine as normally as she could.
'Until we meet again, my Ilena.'
Teresa's eyes opened with a start, feeling a weight on her chest. She looked down to see a ball of energy staring at her, a broad smile on her face. "Morning, Teresa!"
The woman stared before smiling, kissing the child on the forehead. "Good morning, Clare." She picked the child up, sitting on the edge of her bed and tickling the child shortly before putting the girl down. In a fit of giggles, Clare's green eyes made their way to her surrogate mother figure. Immediately her face fell and she wrapped her arms around her waist. "Teresa…? What's wrong?" Teresa frowned, not wanting to burden Clare with her troubling dream. She kissed her forehead again before standing. "Nothing, sweetheart. It was a bad dream, that's all."
She wished that's all it was. Bad dreams she could handle any day but when the dreams involved her most treasured, most likely deceased, beloved, she was left only to hurt. Clare had filled her with a sense of purpose and given her life so much meaning. Clare was also very special to her and she loved her very much. But she couldn't help but wish that Ilena, her one and only true love, could share her new found life with her. They could be a family.
She took Clare's hand leading her to their small kitchen to get breakfast started. She looked out the window for a moment.
'Ilena…' She shook her head, and tended to the child tugging her hand. The child who had saved her from a life of misery.
'I wish I could share this with you… my love.'