Slightly unsettled by the staring scowl drawn over Irene's face, and directed right at her, Flora shifted uneasily. Gaze drifting off to the side slightly and shyly lifted her right hand as it brushed through her wavy hair lightly, and those quiet silver eyes nearly held the same troubled expression in them. She was afraid that she greatly upset the elder, and her arms slowly fell into a lightly crossed manner over her chest. Please, just kill me now… She murmured to herself, and shifted faintly in her place again as the grass quietly crunched under her weight.

"Go sit at the campfire, before I light it."

As orderly as ever, Irene requested and demanded at the same time, and Flora said nothing as she hesitantly followed her instructions. She instantly sat down on the ground against one of the closest trees, and faintly glanced through the corner of her eyes towards Irene again. Her heart fluttered lightly, but now she was ashamed it did, because it didn't appear like the elf would ever like her especially after what she did.

Irene quietly came over and placed the last few sliced logs on the pile in the stone circle, and picked up one of the stones as she used her technique which was fast enough to get a spark on the other stones. All she had to do was repeat her technique with the stone three times and the spark finally caught flame on the logs, consuming them rather quickly as it startled crackling and whimpering in the heat that built on them. She sat down near Flora, reluctantly to say the least, and sighed faintly.

"You don't like me do you?"

The elves eyes closed, remaining silent.

"Guess it's obvious you don't want me here any longer than I have to be."

"Of course I don't."

A faint hurt crack etched through her throat, but it was inaudible compared to the flames licking the wooden flesh before them.

"Why do you have to say it like that?"

A sigh left her lips, eyes opening faintly. "I like being here on my own, I'm not used to others coming here when I am here to escape it all."

"What's the point, wouldn't death be the same?"

"Perhaps, but what's life without a little bit of deserved loneliness and desertion from the world that can't possibly care if you existed or not? I chose the silent escape from it all, and live however I wanted without having to follow orders or worry what others thought of me. It's what makes me feel human here."

Flora was a little shocked, but admired her confidence to live on her own in such a place and especially with just one arm, or so she saw. "I suppose, the wilderness is a haven for even monsters like us."

For once, Irene agreed with a silent nod, glad to see that someone else realized her true meaning to be in such a quiet and yet serene place to call home. But she wouldn't quite call herself a monster, having seen a true one face to face in her past; she was nothing like a monster.

Flora timidly scooted closer to Irene, and slightly leaned against her shoulder. At first Irene was a bit uncomfortable by the contact yet again pushed upon her all of a sudden, but sighed faintly, somewhat appreciative of the company. She might appear to have enjoyed the solace that encompassed her life day to day, but she craved companionship in the back of that feeble and stark persona.

The darkness was settling in rather quickly, especially when one wasn't paying much attention to the world around them but to someone else or even themselves. A deep pit in Flora's stomach starved to get closer to Irene, and her body simultaneously took that upon herself as she slinked half way into the elder warriors lap. It startled Irene out of her thoughts instantly, and her stoic expression somehow softened in her surprise, blinking self-consciously through the feeling of the other so close to her. And then the young woman slinked even closer, sitting in Irene's lap which met with no resistance at first.

My pride is ruined, the elfin warrior muttered to herself. I don't want to stop her, I really want the company. I practically starve for it.

A gentle hand slipped up to Irene's face, lightly caressing her cheek, a determined look in the young warriors silver gaze that nearly went unnoticed. Even the stoic expression on the ethereal warriors face went unhindered, Flora was extremely hesitant at this point as their eyes locked, both displaying the utmost need for someone to get close to. Despite the thirst that rang in the elf's throat, she wanted to hold it all back, but her hand lifted and wrapped around Flora's waist pulling her closer as their bodies pressed against each others.

Without wasting the measly little seconds that ticked pass by the crickets song which began to echo around them, pale blonde locks shivered falling down the sides of her frail and fragile face as she brought herself the last few inches to her seniors face. Lips making soft contact with each other, and almost too consuming, that Flora's own heart felt like it was beating furiously. But her attempt to deepen the kiss met with no resistance, and her heart pounded hard in her chest, a faint blush flickering over her face as her yoki flow shuddered in delight enough for Irene to notice.

Despite the tree that was behind Irene's body Flora made an effort to keep herself thoroughly close to her as possible, and her shoulders shook in excitement, as the kiss deepened furthermore. It deepened to the point they barely parted for a single breath, the contact of their lips became nonexistent as Irene's tongue pushed pass the barrier of her companions lips to rub against the others. A low moan escaped the soft spoken warrior, and a pleasant shiver coursed down her spine as her body pressed up against the older warriors more in pure nonchalant desire. The right leg of the silver haired woman slowly slipped high, between Flora's legs that earned a soft whimpered groan, her thigh staying in place as her tongue dashed against the blondes furiously.

Stark moans left the fragile warriors throat through the passionate kiss, and the combination of their wild tongues in each other's mouth that strived to dominate. It was a ridiculous scheme, but they enjoyed in beyond words; even as silver hair suddenly fell over her shoulders when the elf forcibly pressed her down into the earth with her only hand gripping the ground. But like a weight lifted off of her shoulders, Irene paused to notice that all the belts to her leather uniform had suddenly been on the ground beside them. Quirking a brow slightly, but nonetheless forced open Flora's tight latex uniform with a flash of force, to reveal skin of the younger warrior that trembled faintly at the chilled caress of the nightly air around them.

But it took a split second to realize they were both ultimately stark naked in the moonlight, their skin lightly caressed by heat of the fire near them. With their bodies lightly touching, their breathing hitched and hearts pounded heavily in their chests, only the fragile and soft spoken warrior trembled at the sight of the naked frail skin of the admirably; Quick Sword Irene. With a slight envied sigh, not even the fact that Irene had one arm bothered her for a second; all she wanted was the older woman. To take, and be taken by her, now.