writing is weird after studying shakespeare for 3 weeks and nothing else
What happened after, wasn’t something Shikamaru
really wanted to think about.
There was no way to plan for it, no method or
idea or execution to after. He didn’t
even have the comfort of sleep afterward, for sleep came with the silence of
thought – and, contrary to the usual aftereffects
of sex, his brain didn’t want to be quiet. Certainly not now, as his mind was
abuzz with snatches and thoughts that were (while not unpleasantly) disjointed
just moments before. Coherency was welcome once more, but with coherency comes
the inevitability of consequence – this: the after.