Shadow smiled softly as Thorn peeked from within the shower as she made her way into the shower room, its air laden with the warming mist of steam… She smiled and flexed her shoulders, allowing the robe to slip from them and pool at her feet, exposing her body, her soft pale… almost delicate frame was home to some deep scars, but never seemed to have lost her feminity along with them.  She walked across to the shower and slipped into it, for a moment feeling the glide of her body against Thorn’s as they shared the confines of the heated stream that flowed across them both.<br/><br/>At hearing their appointment had been cancelled, Shadow sighed softly.  After the recent events and the distant memory of her error still flickering in her mind she had a certain need to work out a little of the angst that lingered, a deeper brushing of darkness that had leant across her soul and spoken of its need for fulfilment… and she needed to fulfil this call when it spoke to her as the results  of not succumbing to its will had often seen her take to the depths of the basement on her own and try to work out the pain that fettered across her with the edge of a knife, a far from perfect solution.   Though, she was heartened at the thought of checking out Sam’s girl and a grin played softly across her face as her eyes sparkled at the thought of what this evening held, something promising, of that there was little doubt… and besides the thought of pissing off Valerie held no end of sport for her and caused a smile to crease her lips.<br/><br/>“I like the sound of that…” Shadow turned her head to the side and smiled, catching a glimpse of Thorns delicate features as her fingers worked across her shoulders, her head lolled backwards as her eyes flickered shut, giving her body over to the sensations of her touch as her naked breasts brushed against her back and her fingers continued to soap through her hair…<br/><br/>She felt her skin blush at Thorn’s words, her eyes closed against the stream of warming water that flowed across them as her lips brushed a tender path along her skin, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips as she gave herself over to the soft sensations that drew over her skin.  From that first moment Thorn’s touch had been able to soothe and calm her, had been able to reach deep into her… For a moment her mind was taken back to that first time… the time she first felt Thorn’s fingers play across her naked skin in the soft warm wash of water, only that time her pale flesh had been a mosaic of purple bruises and barely healed cuts, she had winced each time her fingers caught against one of her fresher injuries, despite the delicacy laced within her touch, the air had been silent between them as she washed the blood from her body, each mark against her borne by the hands of her brother…<br/><br/>Shadow pulled herself, somewhat reluctantly, from the shower and slowly ran the towel around the contours of her body, drying herself off as her mind mused over the possibilities that lay mapped out for the evening.  She felt almost privileged to be a part of Sam’s journey into the darker realms, she couldn’t have know when her eye fell upon him across the square that within him beat such dark promise… that there was something she felt she shared with him, as the darkness began to wrap about him and his mind began to descend into what would be looked upon as insanity, it seemed as though he had tapped upon something that, given the true course of his life, he would never have reached.<br/><br/>She withdrew to the bedroom and began to look for something that would be apt considering there change of location, her fingers fell towards a pair of jeans, the thigh of the one leg was shredded and exposed a little of the pale skin beneath, ironically it was her unscarred thigh that was exposed, the other, which bore scars in a similar patter to those rent through the jeans were thankfully concealed from view.  She slipped into these, pulling them across the contours of her hips and after fastening a black lace bra, she opted for a black tee depicted a Goth bunny with a bloodied knife behind its back… she smirked at the irony… She closed the door behind her and made her way down the stairs, catching the look in Thorn’s eye and casting a smile…<br/>