<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Halfblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black Lake Bonfire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Who doesn't like a bonfire?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Orion<br/><hr/><br/>He wasn’t sure when it happened, but the fact it had was undeniable; there was no one else at that bonfire other than Finley and Orion. It was just them, the fire, and the setting sun. Nothing else mattered and no one else existed.<br/><br/>Leaning a little closer to Orion, Finley’s mahogany gaze struggled between focusing on his counterpart’s eyes, and his tantalizing lips. Without planning it, he may have subconsciously leaned in a little closer, may have silently convinced Orion to lean in even further until the air would be jealous of their closeness.<br/><br/>Then, he did. Orion’s lips drew nearer, prompting Finley to slowly reach for the side of Orion’s face as he guided their lips to press together. His heart was like a sprinter, pounding away for the finishing line in his chest, but fuck, did Orion’s lips feel good against his. Even better than he tasted in those dreams Finley had been having at night as of late.