"She has weapons," the elf declared victoriously in Brachish, leaping lightly onto her feet. Her eyes perked up at the mere prospect, before turning back to the human. "I'll take a look," she nonchalantly declared in Medein, hesitantly sending Azriel a questioning glance - does she want any?
Azriel tentatively went over to the bag. "There wouldn't happen to be any staffs? Or daggers?" She asked Iris softly.
Get yourself together, Yrnan.
She inhaled heavily before whispering out in Brachish, "Would you like to come check? With… me?" No matter how she berated herself, the elf couldn't keep out the waver that threatened to overpower her voice.
Azriel tilted her head slightly in confusion. "Are - Are you upset? Have I upset you - oh, gods, I have, haven't I?" She said, hiding her face with her hands.
"No." Iris states firmly, despite her trembling hands. "You've… rarely," she pauses, stuttering. "-upset me. Let's-" she winces at the word, "We can just - check - together." Another cringe, her voice giving away her desperation. Why are you like this?
Azriel looked up, putting her hands down for a moment to study Iris's face. Her tone of voice was worrying Azriel. What was wrong? She nodded mutely.
"Okay." The elf was on a verge of an emotional meltdown, never having comprehended how to be in a relationship. Were they even in a relationship? What did they have, 'together'? No one would want to be with her and her cold self. No one. "Okay."
She approached the pocket leading into cracker haven, turning back to make sure Azriel was on her heels.
Azriel have Iris a small smile when she turned to look at her. "Are you sure? That you're alright? Because I - I could certainly just go sit over there and leave you alone, if that's what you need, I can be overbearing, I know," she said as though her words couldn't get out fast enough. Her face was visibly anxious, though she tried to hide it.
"No! I mean." Iris blushes, a pretty yet rare occurrence, at her outburst. "No, you can come with-" the elf pauses, physically working around her barrier. "I want you to come," she finally admits, turning away. Stupid, opening up like this. Stupid, stupid girl. Cheeks now violently inflamed, the Yrnan starts heading faster to the human's pocket dimension.
Azriel smiled uncertainly.. "O - alright," she said, nearly falling to the ground because she wasn't paying attention. Iris's blush may have been the cutest thing she'd ever seen.
(Fam I just checked their ages and Azriel's about 100 years older than Iris, which makes sense for their respective species, but like… weird, right?)
She jumped in the girl's bag - not bothering to ask for permission - to greet piles upon stacks and mountains of crackers. A small smile met her still warm face at how comforting this setting was. Iris dared to turn her gaze back, to Azriel.
(Yee I remember that lmao. Ye, kinda weird)
"There are so many crackers," Azriel whispered, finally daring to look at Iris and hold her gaze.
Silver grey eyes meet blue, with stashes of crackers forming looming towers over their bodies. "I wish life could just be like this," the elf breathed, a hint of yearning in her voice. "No stress, no people, just…" she motioned between the two. "Surrounded by crackers and no judgement."
Azriel nodded, eyes wide. "Crackers are good," she breathed, voice cracking. Looking into Iris's eyes, she thought they looked like explosions, flecks of silver dispersed throughout. She found herself unable to look away. "I like you," she whispered, nodding to herself.
(Just an important piece of knowledge that I may or may not have mentioned somewhere: The north of this world is west. It's like the compass has been turned once clockwise. Don't ask why. I already ask myself that question every day.)
(dies at the pun)
Her breath hitched, suddenly overrun with emotion. In this cracker paradise, she didn't have to Iris Glarore, or a Yrnan elf. She was just a girl. She was hers. "I do, too." The words are mumbled out, each with a space in between. "I… like you. I like you." She stated firmly, now, a fact. "A lot," she added, blushing again.
( lmao that's weird but lit 👌)
(wait but why)
(i don't know I guess the planet just fell over or something)
Clare shouted down into the bag "Oops, I opened it to the wrong part get out I have to open it to the not cracker section!"
Azriel opened her mouth, but was unable to find her voice. She smiled and rested a hand on her stomach where she had been stabbed, out of reflex. That was all she could ever do when someone got close to her; fidget and stare, cursing herself the entire time.
Awkwardly Iris crawled out of the bag, shooting daggers into the human girl's neck. Simmering in silent rage, she reached over and clasped her angel's hand in hers, needing the contact.
Azriel blushed like a white girl with a terrible sunburn. She inwardly cursed the human who had interrupted them, but she was able to keep her face calm.
(Okay Relsey, I see how it is…)
Barely maintaining the volume of her voice, Iris hissed, "Are you going to flip your handy dandy bag dimension thing and get us those weapons, or what?" Suffice to say, the elf was aggravated and pissed. The temperature dropped a few in her frustration, except for the air around her angel. Somehow, her subconsciousness acknowledged that she had to keep Azriel warm and safe.
"Maybe Clare can get us our weapons?" Azriel suggested innocently, slightly frustrated. "We could make a camp for tonight, and find out what the elves are plotting tomorrow."