Thread: The True Definition of 'Devotion' [Yuna & Kiroz's 1x1]

Shania Whitewater PicsNativeAmerican.jpg.html PicsNativeAmerican.jpg.html Hazel eyes constantly glanced up towards the clock so close to her orbs. A foot was tapping impatiently underneath the desk that belonged to the same female who was desperately waiting for the last class to finally end. But of course, time always seemed to go the slowest when you wanted it to. Go figure. But even when she looked downward, it felt like time had stopped or at least kept it's pain-achingly gradual pace. Oh come the fuck on ... And finally, the Native American seemed to get her wish. Shania all but pushed herself up to her feet and began to gather her things. Not that she didn't love school or was some punk. Far from it. As much as she adored learning and the classes she was in, there was something that Shania adored even more. And that came in the form of her lover ... and Master. Yes, Master. They hadn't yet done an official written agreement or anything. But for all they did have, it was a hell of a start. Just the thought of him made a smile cross her face, helping Shania forget the stresses of the day, let alone high school in general. Thankfully though, the young Apache was almost done and about to graduate. Soon, that wouldn't even be a concern anymore for her. Unfortunately, the knowledge of how close she was to being done had given her a god awful case of senioritis another good reason she'd been feeling more eager than usual to leave classes. Pulling her backpack off from the ground, she began walking toward her locker, humming softly under her breath. No sooner than her locker opened did she grab all her binders and books, placing them away into her backpack which soon went over her shoulders but not before she pulled her cell phone out. Turning it on, she would thus allow for her Master to get in touch with her. As much as she hated keeping it turned off during the day, that had been one thing they had wound up agreeing on. Shania had been given consent to keep it off during class hours to keep her from getting into any major trouble. Her right hand kept her cell phone clutched as she began walking towards the bus stop. It wasn't her preference exactly. But money was tight nowadays. And her parents hadn't allowed her to get license yet despite being the legal age. They were insisting it'd be a graduation present but ... it still irked her that they treated her as if she were ten years younger. Or rather, that they had . The second Shania hit eighteen, she moved out, having saved money from past birthday gifts and her part-time work which, as her memory so fondly recalled her, was indeed later tonight. That mere thought made her groan as she knew her time to talk would be limited. But hey, it wasn't like money had to grow on trees. And she had to keep surviving somehow. So Shania had gotten a job as a waitress almost as soon as she moved out. Truth be told, the Apache knew even to this day that she'd made the correct choice. Her parents would more likely than not have disowned her if they knew her lover was ... well ... more than that. Her head quickly shook, causing raven locks to move from side to side. That didn't matter anymore. As Shania reached her destination, she sat down in a bench. Her cell phone got flipped open as she gazed down at a picture that he'd exchanged of himself. It was another thing she didn't exactly prefer, to only see him that way. But it was far better than nothing. Of course, she'd returned the favor and not just because he had ordered her to do so. It only seemed fair to let him see what she looked like. Despite their relationship, it was a smarter version of a masterslave type of thing. There was a genuine sense of trust between the two and he never had made her do anything she'd even begin to question. Even though it'd been about half a year or so since they met, Shania felt confident that he was the one she'd want to be with the rest of her life. And that was a good enough incentive which had assisted in keeping the Native American pure to this day rather than wasting it like a lot of her classmates did. She continued to gently hum as her legs swung while she sat on the bench, patiently waiting for the bus to arrive.