Tissaia was sat in her office, being a respected teacher at Oxford University sure had it's perks, and she had an office all to herself. She sat behind the dark oak desk, sat on the uncomfortable wooden chair behind it as she stared down at the paper on her desk.
Despite the respect she had from her peers, even those she didn't, being a woman in this modern world sometimes just wasn't feasible, though she tried. Stregobor, the headmaster of the University didn't like women, much less women with power and authority, hence the wooden chair that Tissaia now sat on, he refused her request for a more comfortable arrangement, claiming that it was a part of the school's foundation and history.
When in reality, it was just a way to make her suffer.
Tissaia scoffed slightly as she recalled the though, the slight movement caused by that scoff sent a full ache from the base of her spine and up until it reached her neck, almost enacting a shiver, almost. Tissaia did her best to keep control at all times, she prided herself in it almost as much as her work.
She placed her pen down on the desk, a quiet thud filling the silence of the room as she leaned back to ease the forming ache in her back and looked out ahead, the entrance to her office thankfully was much nicer than the interior, she could see a few other desks which some teachers would sit by at times to mark papers or just to relax, though, her favourite part, were the glass windows separating her room from the rest.
She liked being alone, she was in control of that at least, she didn't need anyone. From the view from her desk she could see a desk just by her door, directly to the side of it, she glanced up at the small clock on the wall to check the time, her assistant should be here any moment now. Tissaia closed her eyes at the thought of the dark haired woman, they'd been working together for a while, their relationship strained at the best of times, and while Tissaia did her best to not let anything go freely, sometimes her demeanour slipped back into the person she really was.
A blur of movement caught her attention, she'd been so zoned out that she hadn't even realised that the dark haired woman had walked in, her hair done up in a Dutch fishtail braid, her dark clothes sticking to her slim but toned body, Tissaia could just tell. Her eyes darkened slightly, eyes lowering slowly over the woman as she got settled down in her desk, her eyes tracing over every inch of the woman's face, her sharp jaw, her smooth skin, the slender angle of her shoulders and the slight protrusion of collarbone appearing from the dark shirt.
Tissaia let out a soft gasp, a sigh of exertion leaving her, unaware as to what had caused it she looked down to see that she had been gripping the hem of her white buttoned up shirt so hard her knuckles had turned white. She gently bit her lip and relaxed her hand, the muscles in her hand easing once again, her eyes flickered back up and she froze seeing that the woman was staring at her with that always gentle and caring look in her eyes.
Those purple eyes.
Damn that woman.
Damn Yennefer.