Salem Hearts (Ceralilly and Crash)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Crash on 18-07-2016, 00:07:23</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Salem Hearts (Ceralilly and Crash)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>18-07-2016, 00:07:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Stacey-hannant_10.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Summer Flower Breckenridge (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247789.msg12435873#msg12435873)<br><br><strong>House/Year:</strong> House Ipswitch/Senior<br><br><strong>Bloodstatus:</strong> Pureblood<br><br><strong>Wand:</strong> 10-1/8” Black Limba with a Centaur Tail Hair core<br><br><strong>Location|Date:</strong> Festival House of Mirrors | October 1st, 2017 | Day<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Beau<br><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/52/SummerClothes.jpg)<br><hr><br>A long dexterous finger absentmindedly curled a rogue platinum lock around it, tight enough to cause the tip to begin to turn red.&nbsp; She was supposed to have met Beau here at the house of mirrors 10 minutes ago but the easily distracted (and distracting) brunette had not yet arrived.&nbsp; This was far from an unusual occurrence when it came to Beau and time.&nbsp; It was something that drove Summer absolutely nuts when she first began to tutor Beau a couple of years back.&nbsp; Now it only irked her, which would still cause no end of amusement for Beau if she knew.&nbsp; The girl knew how to push Summer’s buttons.&nbsp; It had kind of surprised her that Beau wanted to hang out.&nbsp; It wasn’t something they did often outside of tutoring sessions, which were scheduled to start up again soon.<br><br>To think that Summer had been worried about being late.&nbsp; For some reason she just couldn’t find the right thing to wear. That wasn’t usually a problem for her, but today nothing had felt right.&nbsp; Most of her clothes were pretty utilitarian and she found herself wishing that she had something more…elegant maybe?&nbsp; She had settled on a pair of black leather pants and a beige blouse that showed off her shoulders and toned arms. Not exactly what she wanted, but the image in the mirror smiled back at her with dusty rose lips when she finished checking out how she looked.&nbsp; It had taken some time to get her hair curled just the way she wanted it and she had rushed to the festival site to reach the house of mirrors in time…to wait.<br><br>Glistening ivory gnawed lightly at the dusty rose and she wondered if maybe her friend was not going to show.&nbsp; Perhaps she was out with Mitchell again.&nbsp; It had been that way for her with Dominic. They had wanted to be together every moment of every day and things like friends and classes and obligations were easily forgotten.&nbsp; Maybe that was what it was like for Beau.&nbsp; She seemed to be having a wonderful time when Summer had spied her friend with the attractive Andover boy.&nbsp; A now familiar pain jabbed at her belly and she tried to push it away with little luck.&nbsp; No reason to be jealous…none at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salem Hearts (Ceralilly and Crash)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>18-07-2016, 00:08:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Bobobo.jpg)</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Full Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Beaubobobob.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Beau Reinhardt <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Essex/Junior<br><strong>Bloodstatus:</strong> Pure-Blood<br><strong>Wand:</strong>&nbsp; Alligator Juniper | Thunderbird &amp; Hippogriff Feathers | 10 and 2/3 inches bendable<br><strong>Location|Date:</strong>&nbsp; Festival | October 1st,&nbsp; 2017 Day<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Summer<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Erick Monroe<br><strong>Bumping into:</strong> Mitch<br>Continued From (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=252004.msg12475632#msg12475632)<br><hr>Beau was late as ever. She cursed wildly under her breath and darted through the event gate. Summer had a way of making her feel extremely guilty for not making their study dates on time, let alone their festival date. Beau called everything dates, though, and this seemed to screw people up a bit, so…she did it anyway to have a little bit of fun. The difference here, was that she genuinely liked this annoyingly serious blond. Beau had made a decision to avoid any complicated feelings regarding her best friend. Friends were friends-damn it. Truth be told, he was there for her no matter what, and she would be him too. Erick Monroe seemed to smile with Anna, and that was enough for him, so Beau would gracefully sit contentedly by and let him come to her when he needed his best friend.<br>&nbsp;<br>She flew past the cotton candy machine making a mental note to retrieve as much as she could carry later, and before she knew it she bumped full force into the tall Andover, Mitch Raeburn. She blinked, stunned and looked up at him with a shocked smile. <br><br>“I’m so sorry!” She laughed a bit of a nervous tinkle and backed away with an awkward wave. “Have a nice night, Mitch!” Beau didn’t get embarrassed easily, so the faux paux was forgotten in seconds as she darted off again. Looking up to see that Summer had in fact already seen her. Another awkward wave was released and a giggle bubbled up in a type of guilty reaction. <br><br>“Summer, don’t beat me.” She hugged her friend closely. “Oh wow, Summer," Beau smelled her without reservation, her nose and lips brushing against the soft skin of Summer's neck, "what is that perfume! You smell <em>so</em> good…” Beau broke their embrace after a long hard squeeze, and stood next to the beautiful blond; looking at her expectantly. “You know…I really need a bit of distraction, and I think you are just the girl to do it…wanna have some fun tonight? Or are you wanting to teach me another lesson.” Beau’s head tilted to the side as she smiled playfully, ever flirtatious, ever oblivious. She was the poster child for placing mind in gutter without the slightest inkling of purpose.<br>
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