Sparring and Musings
'He is so graceful,' Irina thought to herself. She and Leo were sparring, both evenly matched, yet Irina could not help but silently muse over how naturally her companion moved, and it was hard to ignore the grace he employed when he did so. Hard to ignore how he seemed to speak volumes, yet say nothing.
Irina was taking a breather at the moment, and a smile formed on her lips. Her Leo was a natural, and though his face betrayed no emotion but sheer concentration, she knew that behind his mask, his gray, almost silver eyes flashed with a hidden fire and passion that, if anyone else could see it, would alert them all that the calm, collected turtle was much more than he seemed.
'If only they could see him for what he truly is,' she thought lovingly. 'Leonardo is more than just the oldest, or the leader. He is not without fear, yet he still fights for his family, no matter the cost. He is selfless. A noble thing.'
Irina realized with a start that she was in love, and that Leo had ceased his movement, waiting for her. She flushed, and hoped that Leo could not see it. As they began again, Leo caught her gaze and held it, his silver eyes seeming to penetrate her soul, and Irina found herself wondering if he knew how she felt about him, if he knew what she had been thinking.
Finally, Leo looked away, and time moved forward.
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Later on, as Leo was taking a breather, he allowed his mind to wander, and he watched with hidden adoration as Irina continued on. Irina, though she had a slightly different style of fighting, moved as though defying gravity, with a stealthy, somewhat deadly grace.
Her eyes, a deep, chocolate brown, flashed with exhilaration and fire as she moved, and it soon became clear that she held her responsibilities close to her heart, for as she moved, she was always watchful, always listening, should her sisters need her.
Leo understood that. He himself trained in this dojo day after day, and no matter how much focus he put into it, he was always watching, ever vigilant, keeping himself near lest danger should befall his brothers. He was the leader, and it was his responsibility to keep their family together, no matter how dreadful the situation, whatever the cost.
Silently, he rejoined Irina, and they began yet again, eyes locked, and passion joining them. Once again, time seemed to stop, and they ceased, moving together. They leaned in, towards one another, and their lips met, locked, and they moved into a passionate embrace.