Silence. It seemed like a virtue, a small pleasantry that she rarely ever had in the past as the filthy organization's former warrior. But here, it was so beautiful and serene beyond her imagination or even her travels she once experienced in the past life. Standing there so still, and quiet, as the warm spring breeze washed through her hair so gently and wildly whipping the blonde waves about her face with a gentle caress. Those strong silver eyes watching the horizon, seeing those bright and beautiful rays of distant sunlight wash over the luscious sea of green grass, it was a wonderful sight.
Despite the fact she knew she probably should have been resting somewhat longer, she couldn't sit inside that small little cabin alone while her companion had departed from her. She didn't know what the elfin warrior did while she was alone, and it just annoyed her to the point it was the reason she was out here looking for her. And it didn't take long either, as she noticed the woman coming back from the forest just across the open valley, and a light smile crossed over her lips.
Silken silver hair faintly bouncing against her shoulders with every step, a blank expression wrought across her face with those bright and aging silver eyes closed. Despite the visible handicap she didn't seem to truly mind it, but deep inside she loathed it all, her teeth clenched faintly before she glanced up and noticed the figure in the distance. Although she continued walking, she couldn't help but carry a heavy sigh, one eyebrow raised in annoyance as her eyes closed again for the moment. "Damn woman."
Shortly reaching up near her counterpart her expression returned to its solemn and stony gaze, "You're supposed to be resting, Teresa. Not being a half-minded fool in the open." She muttered, glancing to the warrior in a serious manner, but those eyes consequently betraying her inner most emotion. It felt so good to see her alive again, standing here right in front of her and in all her lustrous beauty. The cold stare of the elf's was barely able to stand it, pulling her gaze away. "Get back inside, and rest."
Raising a brow, the blonde shifted on her feet a bit as she crossed her strong arms across her chest, but she didn't really want to go back inside to rest. "That's a way to say; you're looking better." Sighing lightly with a low growl, and closed her eyes faintly as her wavy strands of gold slid into her face.
"Stubborn woman," Irene muttered under her breath. "You do look much better, fantastic even, but please just get back inside and rest." She clenched her teeth, and growled faintly, eyes drifting back to the beautiful warrior in front of her.
A cross between one of her infamous smiles, and a smirk crossed over her luscious lips. "Much better, little quicksword." She responded, and heard a louder growl escape the woman that only brought a brighter grin across those lips. Taking the few steps left to get closer to the elf, and standing face to face, "Your still so hard to break, even after all this time, my sweet elf. You just haven't changed." Her hand raised, lightly running through her silky silver hair with a purr, then turned on her heel going back into the cabin.
Her shoulders quaked, eyes dropping to the ground as the cabin's door shut behind the stronger warrior, and pursed her lips. Pale skin over her face was a confused and a ghostly shade of pink, but shaking her head she got rid of it in an instant with a disgruntled snarl leaving her throat. The only thing she found the hardest to dismantle was the way her heart pounded when Teresa had been so close, and touched her hair to the point she wanted to burst into flame. But it was stupid, so pathetic… but her heart was craving the other warrior, even against her better judgement.
Her sweet elf… her eyes burned again, betraying her, it had been so many years before she heard those words. Why… why do I feel so compelled to keep breaking down when I hear her voice? Clenching her hand into a fist, cutting her nails into her palm to make herself stop before the burning caused something worse to befall her composure. I just missed her so damn much, I guess it can't really be helped at this point.
Sighing heavily once more she glanced towards the cabin, and swallowed hard, forcing herself back into that cold exterior driven expression. Approaching the door, and taking the silent liberty to go back inside by her own choice, but to find the blonde warrior drifting off. Goddess… I wish I was more in control of my disrespectful mind when I'm around her, but it's pointless. I'll always feel compelled to just watch her, and wish she… wish she…
"Will you just stop staring? How the hell is that supposed to help me to rest knowing somebody is staring? It's difficult enough dealing with your attitude." Teresa's voice broke her out of her thoughts, and caused her to look off to the other side of the room. "I would have thought, with you living out in the middle of nowhere, you might have become less uptight. But you look extremely stressed out."
"I'm fine, Teresa." She responded lowly, her tone nearly like addressing her higher officer all over again, and she didn't realize it. "It's been too long on my own…"
Sitting up, despite the nearly exhausted pull to stay down, she rose to her feet the next moment and crossed over to the elf. "But, you know, I'm here again and everything. Doesn't that count for something?" Pulling on a small pout over her lips, standing right up against the warriors back, and watching her closely.
Lips curled faintly, but no growl came from her throat, glancing over her shoulder and seeing the look on the warriors face caused that pink shade to reappear over her own. "Yes it does, but that's not what I mean…" She whispers faintly, her heart lurching with a yearning skip, swallowing hard as her eyes closed briefly before her eyes drifted to the window.
Irene wasn't the only one feeling lonely here, Teresa was annoyed with being ditched repeatedly for whatever the hell it was the elfin warrior did out there on her own. Ignoring the exhaustion, she pressed her strong body against her companions back startling her as she caught herself on the small table against the wall. "I know what you mean." She whispered against the woman's perfectly pointed ear, her lips sweetly brushing against the sensitive skin.
Shivers coursed through her spine, but simultaneously heat ran through her skin, that solemn pink shade turned red across her pale skin. Her hand grasped the small table's edge, and shuddered as she turned slightly. "Teresa…"
Teresa couldn't take it, the way she turned only rubbed up against her, and raised her hand as she slipped her soft fingertips over her cheek and inched their faces closer. "I missed you…" Her strong and immature voice was now soft and completely sincere but demanding. Crossing the last line she pressed her lips against Irene's deeply, hand grasping the back of her head and keeping the elf at close proximity, deeply pitted purr escaping her chest.