Yashima Tori

*pops up outta nowhere* You kiss your mother with that mouth, Shachi

            “There is a stirring in my soul; a restless, wild anticipation.                     I am staring out into the horizon, as far as I can.                      I can’t see what’s beyond it — but I can feel it.”                                                — Lang Leav

   She will stand upright, and walk around the edge of his desk…shedding clothing as she pads barefoot toward the entrance to their private quarters. With a slight glance over her shoulder, she grins.   “I’ll start the water…”   

Quickly it seemed his invite was accepted for it took a blink of the eye before clothes were being pulled off and dropped haphazardly in a coy path. His wolfish smirk follows after the sight of bared skin and his hands have already moved to haul signature hoodie and pants from torso and hips. He slowly follows behind letting lanky limbs to stretch. Hand gestures and conjures a room. Unnecessary but he wants to have his fun. A toiletry is to go missing as he switches with it, suddenly awaiting under the shower spout, whole inked body on display and a toothy smirk waiting to meet her humored gaze.

                    When the battle is done,                        and you think you have won-                           don’t dance on my grave just yet

                            If you are the moon                               then I am the sun-                                  I will not allow you to forget

                                     In my own time                                         I will take back what’s mine,                                            for I am not your friend.

                                            In the dark of the night,                                               And the shifting of tides-                                                 I will come for you then.