bea/zam

10:46	IterationDrive	Ah, Lord Saint Germaine's! Truly, a wonderful school for the gifted... of various sorts of gifted, anyway. It's time for a new semester to begin, and as such students are moving in to shared dormitories... including a certian pair of, hem-hem, princesses.
10:47		*** Loviatar1 is now known as Zamiel_Saraneth
10:51		*** Beatrice is now known as Beatrix
10:51		Zamiel_Saraneth looks about the dormitory. "...a shared one?" She sighs. Zamiel is a tall girl, just short of six feet and with the physique of an acrobat or fencer. Gentle curves are quite visible even under her uniform and her pale skin, steely grey eyes and white hair flowing down to her skirt give her a rather monocrome look.
10:57	Beatrix	Another perfunctory sigh echoes from just behind her, and to one side. Beatrix etc. etc. Glencross, a much shorter girl, is dressed in the school's uniform as well, though she has more coloration to her; lean and willowy in spite of her height, she has lengthy blonde hair and brown eyes.
10:58	Beatrix	The baggage train she caries behind her is formidable.
10:59		Zamiel_Saraneth has a suprisingly small one, a single bag by her side. Magic helps like that. She raises an eyebrow at the other girl.
11:03		Beatrix appears to ignore her look completely, standing there with arms folded and foot tapping. Her head is roving, examining the inside of the dormitory. "...Small, though not excessively so, and with a fair amount of decor and atmosphere...I suppose it will suffice." Her tone is one of resignation.
11:03	Zamiel_Saraneth	"How many more will there be after you? This could get rather cramped."
11:07	Beatrix	"Hmm?" She turns her head further, finally seeming to notice Zamiel standing there. "Oh. Beg your pardon, and hello. For a moment I thought you part of the decoration." She shrugs. "I've no honest idea, really, though I didn't see much of a line as I walked in. Perhaps we're just the earliest. Though I agree, about the cramping."
11:09		Zamiel_Saraneth looks Beatrix up and down. "Part of the decoration?"
11:18	Beatrix	"Well, I came in and you barely moved or made a sound, and you're so drab, what was I supposed to think?" She flips a lock of hair back over her shoulder. "The west wing is mine, and you shall have the east."
11:19	Zamiel_Saraneth	"I beg your pardon? Drab?" She narrows her eyes.
11:23	Beatrix	"The only color to you is your uniform. The rest of you is as washed out as the Great War's photographs." She shrugs. "We can't all be born as fabulous as the scions of the Glencross line."
11:24	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Blonde and brown? Oh yes, so distinctive that I could find a dozen with the same colouration. Some of us have style." She turns up her nose a bit.
11:25	Beatrix	"You call white, silver, and more white 'style'? Oh dear; I pity the state of our educational systems, if that's the definitions they teach."
11:27		Zamiel_Saraneth walks up towards the other girl, looking down at her. "I beg your pardon?"
11:30		Beatrix posts her hands on her hips, looking up at Zamiel defiantly. "And I refuse to grant it, as you heard me perfectly fine."
11:33	Zamiel_Saraneth	"I had been hoping otherwise..." She narrows her eyes at her...
11:35	Beatrix	"For what?" She spreads her hands in a helpless gesture. "Speaking the truth? Nothing I have said so far is inaccurate."
11:36	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Nothing? You re highly mistaken...but then, I shouldn't expect someone so plain to understand what dignified style is like."
11:37	Beatrix	One eyelid twitches. "Plain, is it? You, nothing more than a washed-out monochrome, have the gall to call me 'plain'?"
11:40	Zamiel_Saraneth	"My looks are much more distinctive than such a generic look yourself."
11:42	Beatrix	"If you consider 'could pass for a gargoyle' as distinctive, then perhaps you are correct. As for myself, I would rather keep my flawless face and fabulous looks than be considered animate statuary."
11:44	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Flawless? While I'll admit I'd have a hard time picking out a particular flaw that's more due to overload of the senses than inability to find any."
11:45	Beatrix	"Perhaps you'd best step away from in front of the mirror, then, if your mind is unable to bear the brunt of the shock."
11:47	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Oh, I have no issue with mirrors. You however? I'm suprised they don't crack when you gaze into them."
11:48	Beatrix	"I have lost a mirror or two, the glass unable to cope with my sheer beauty." She primps her hair for a moment. "If you have no issue with mirrors, though, perhaps that is because yours have all shattered or fled."
11:49	Zamiel_Saraneth	"I would ask me not to transfer your own troubles in life to those who don't suffer them. You seem to be in deep denial."
11:55	Beatrix	Her eye twitches again, and she steps up into Zamiel's personal space. "I assure you, the only creature in this room in denial is the colorless twig in front of me," she growls, up on her tiptoes--and still a handful of inches shorter than Zamiel.
11:56		Zamiel_Saraneth steps foward herself, pressing her chest out as she stares down her nose at Beatrix. "Yes, I do believe that is how denial works. Thank you for the example."
12:00	Beatrix	Beatrix's feet actually lift slightly off the ground as she leans into Zamiel. Now eye-level, she narrows her eyes. "I have provided nothing of the sort; your example comes entirely from within."
12:01	Zamiel_Saraneth	"I sincerely doubt that you undernourished peasent."
12:05	Beatrix	"Peasant?" she scoffs. "The Glencross line is hardly peasant stock, you monochromatic miscreant. And *I* am not malnourished. People physically grow at different rates, you know--or has your education been lacking in that basic principle, as well?"
12:06	Zamiel_Saraneth	Compared to the Saraneth family? Yes, you are a peasent. One who should be kissing my shoes." She smiles "Perhaps the school was kind enough to provide me a maid."
12:08	Beatrix	She smiles crookedly. "It's hardly the fault of the Glencross family if your Saraneth stock is so isolated as to never have heard of us."
12:09	Zamiel_Saraneth	"No, it is the fault of the Glencross family that in the great scheme of things they mean nothing."
12:11	Beatrix	"So says a girl belonging to a family whose name carries no weight with actual peerage." She pushes harder against Zamiel, almost touching foreheads now. "Whereas any well-heeled person of note in London Town would know the name Glencross."
12:13	Zamiel_Saraneth	"They also know the name of the excrament filled river. It does not make it of value." She's pressed chest to chest and almost lips to lips...
12:16	Beatrix	"No value? What possible value could be held in the name of a second-rate family of nobodies whose primped-up pretentious daughter thinks to challenge the scion of a real line of nobility?"
12:17	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Significantly more than yours. The Saraneth family is one of true importance, nobility and power unlike yours."
12:28		Beatrix applies a little more power to her hovering, pushing harder into Zamiel's body. All she needs is the girl to give one step... "The Saraneths have no power," she grunts, staring daggers into Zamiel's eyes. "Or influence, or importance. If they truly had any of those, their name would be known to many."
12:29		Zamiel_Saraneth is refusing to give, pushing back just as hard. "Our name is known to those who matter...which says much about you and your family..." She's staring daggers back
12:31	Beatrix	"Or about your knowledge of who matters," she counters smugly.
12:33	Zamiel_Saraneth	"You smug, self-rightous..." She starts...
12:34	Beatrix	"...egotistical, self-absorbed..." She adds on...
12:36	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Blonde, stuck-up..." She continues...
12:37	Beatrix	"...tasteless, scruffy..."
12:39	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Soft..."
12:40	Beatrix	"...stupid...beautiful..."
12:42	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Golden-haired..."
12:43	Beatrix	"...silver-eyed...Olympian..."
12:45	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Willowy...stunning..."
12:46	Beatrix	"...glorious...lovely..."
12:48		Zamiel_Saraneth leans foward and kisses her, putting her arms around her.
12:50		Beatrix throws her arms around Zamiel's neck, and with her concentration shot like that, suddenly her hovering dies away, leaving her hanging there. Not that she minds--or even seems to notice.
12:52		Zamiel_Saraneth holds her up, arms around her waist as she kisses the other girl passionately...
12:55	Beatrix	She slips her tongue into Zamiel's mouth, running her fingers through the girl's white tresses, kicking her legs up and around Zamiel's waist to help.
12:56		Zamiel_Saraneth slips one of her hands onto Beatrix's ass, even as her own tongue wrestles with the other girls...
13:03		Beatrix presses herself into Zamiel's abdomen in response, squeezing with her legs. After a moment she withdraws from the kiss, but only to plant more on Zamiel's face and neck.
13:05		Zamiel_Saraneth does likewise...even as she starts unbuttoning Beatrix's blazer...
13:09	Beatrix	She lunges to recapture Zamiel's lips, her hands exploring the girl's delicate neck while she tries to lean back to give her room to finish unbuttoning.
13:10		Zamiel_Saraneth unbuttons Beatrix's blazer even as she chews gently on the other girl's lower lip through the kiss...
13:12	Beatrix	Showing off some flexibility, she pulls the jacket off and flings it to the side without breaking the kiss or releasing her legs from Zamiel's waist. The garment is flung off to one side, forgotten already.
13:13		Zamiel_Saraneth moves her hands, gently teasing the other girls breasts even as she fumbles for the buttons on the blouse next...
13:15		Beatrix lets go of Zamiel's neck to help, pulling the little tie out from around her neck and unfastening the buttons on her blouse as quickly as she can, impressively eager.
13:16		Zamiel_Saraneth kisses down her skin as it starts to be revealed...
13:17		Beatrix leans her head back with a throaty sound between moan and growl, putting one hand on the back of Zamiel's head as she finishes with her blouse and the garment hangs loose and open from her shoulders.
13:18		Zamiel_Saraneth lifts her up higher so that she can kiss her stomach, moaning slightly herself...
13:20		Beatrix actually giggles at that, her legs now dangling free, though she supports her wait by beginning to hover again. Then she goes for Zamiel's blazer, deftly getting the buttons apart.
13:21		Zamiel_Saraneth keeps up the kissing, reaching Beatrix's breasts...
13:24	Beatrix	They are large for her stature, though in an absolute sense, not as big as Zamiel's...a fact that Beatrix confirms as she gropes the taller girl through her blouse and pouts slightly.
13:25		Zamiel_Saraneth is suprisingly curvy. Not massive but the clothes were hiding it well. And clearly very sensitive as she moans loudly as she's groped...running her tongue along the other girls' breasts...
13:27		Beatrix gasps, giving Zamiel an encouraging little moan as well, while she works at undoing her blouse and getting it out of the way...
13:29		Zamiel_Saraneth pops free with a moan...and starts to lower Beatrix to the floor...
13:32	Beatrix	As soon as her feet touch the ground she leans forward and takes the tip of one of Zamiel's breasts in her mouth quickly, a kiss turning into a suck as her teeth graze the sensitive skin.
13:34		Zamiel_Saraneth moans loudly, shivering as she lays kisses along Beatrix's face and neck.
13:35	Beatrix	The sound just spurs her on (as does the kissing), and she kneads the other half of Zamiel's chest, switching which side gets which treatment, all to draw as many noises out of the girl as possible.
13:37		Zamiel_Saraneth slips a foot around behind Beatrix's, tripping her...but holding her and lowering her gently towards the ground, moaning all they way. She's clearly got very sensitive breasts indeed...
13:39		Beatrix comes to rest on the floor, eagerly waiting to see what comes next. The look on her face is...far different than it was a minute ago. Then, it was stubborn, arguing, angry; now, she is blushing, eager, almost adoring. Her fingers play with the hem of her uniform skirt and the tops of her stockings.
13:41		Zamiel_Saraneth leans over the other girl, taking her own open blouse off and throwing it away...
13:42	Beatrix	She reaches up to cup the other girl's chest and test their heft, shaking her head in wonder and amazement, before leaving them (not without tweaking the tips) and tracing the curves along her sides.
13:44		Zamiel_Saraneth shivers..and lunges for the other girl's lips again, smiling.
14:03		Beatrix allows Zamiel to take her lips, her own arms fluttering upward to pull the girl back to herself, pressing their chests together as she strokes that mane of pure, snow-white hair...and then the dormitory's front door creaks open.
14:05		Zamiel_Saraneth ...vanishes into complete invisibility. Leaving Beatrix there, alone.
14:08	Beatrix	Almost at the same time, Bea's hand shoots out, and a wall of translucent blue, not opaque but not clear enough to see entirely through, snaps into being just in front of the door, impeding its progress enough to prevent whomever opened it from entering. She looks about for their clothes.
14:09	Zamiel_Saraneth	The weight vanishes off her chest...and Beatrix catches a blouse in the face.
14:11	Beatrix	She sputters and catches it before it hits the floor again, her wall of blue wobbling slightly, but it remains present while she tries to shimmy back into her uniform one-handed.
14:12	Zamiel_Saraneth	The other one has vanished off the floor too and she can hear Zamiel trying to get into it. The one she's trying to get into feels a bit big...she might have Zamiel's.
14:12	Zamiel_Saraneth	On the other hand, the door is getting pushed pretty hard...
14:14	Beatrix	She looks around and grabs a blazer, leaving the blouse unbuttoned and shrugging into the jacket, equally unbuttoned...and grabs the foremost handle of her baggage, letting the force wall drop as she shakes her head once, sharply, beginning to pull the luggage along. She looks about for a moment before walking away, concentrating.
14:14	Beatrix	Zamiel gets a voice popping into her head a moment later. <Find me later, please. West wing, most likely.>
14:19	Beatrix	A few hours after all have had time to settle in...
14:19	Zamiel_Saraneth	An invisible figure is slipping towards Beatrix's room...
14:23		Beatrix is in her claimed dormitory room, and it's already almost fully customized to her liking, with the gas lamps turned to about half brightness, and a handful of geodes and other crystals line the top shelf of a writing-desk; her blazer and skirt hang neatly from a hook on the wall, and the bed has a couple of stuffed animals on it.
14:24		Zamiel_Saraneth appears, still in the school uniform...though she's clearly unable to button Beatrix's blouse and blazer up all the way, giving her impressive cleavage she doesn't naturally have.
14:28	Beatrix	She smiles and stands up. "...Thank you for coming. I..." She fidgets nervously for a second, then gestures to the hanging uniform. "Um...I'm having your blouse cleaned to give it back..." This is a blatant lie, as Zamiel can see the end of a sleeve poking out from under a bed pillow.
14:28		Beatrix is otherwise in bedclothes, given the hour; silk pajamas and with her hair loose instead of styled.
14:28	Zamiel_Saraneth	"...I guess I'll have to wear this for a little longer~" She smiles at Beatrix and gestures to what she's wearing.
14:30	Beatrix	She gulps and follows the pointing. "Y-yeah...I mean, i-if you want to...you wear it well," she says, clearly trying to put on some of her previous air.
14:31		Zamiel_Saraneth walks towards her, deliberately swaying her...not thin but not huge either hips. "Oh?~"
14:33	Beatrix	"Yes. Granted, it's...probably a little confining, and I do apologize for that, b-but..." She's clearly starting to lose the swagger as Zamiel nears. "...but it a-accentuates your...your features q-quite well..."
14:34	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Does it?~" She starts to circle Beatrix, adding some bounce to her step to show off more...
14:35	Beatrix	"V-very much." She licks her lips as she watches Zamiel move...and, when the girl is between her and the bed, she rushes, pushing her onto it, straddling her with her arms. "...Forgive me...but I would very much like to...examine your features...once again."
14:38		Zamiel_Saraneth stares up at her, licking her lips "Umm..." She tries to force some authority into her voice "S-Say please~"
14:43		Beatrix stares at Zamiel's tongue, then her lips, her head lowering slowly. "...Let me kiss you again, if you please..." She's close enough for Zamiel to feel even the whisper.
14:45	Zamiel_Saraneth	"...say it again~" She stares at Beatrix, her voice low and lusty...
14:46	Beatrix	"I want to kiss you again. Please." She's hovering so close now that even speaking brushes their lips together...
14:47		Zamiel_Saraneth seems to be enjoying making her say that as much as she liked the kissing. She reaches up and pulls Beatrix down to meet her lips...
14:49	Beatrix	She closes her eyes and moans into the kiss, her hair falling around them as a curtain.
14:50		Zamiel_Saraneth reaches up to gently tease the other girl's breasts...
14:57	Beatrix	She breaks the kiss to lavish attention on Zamiel's neck, then runs her tongue along the cleavage exposed by the too-small blouse and blazer. "You are...so beautiful," she breathes out.
14:58	Zamiel_Saraneth	"So are you~" She shivers and moans slightly...
14:59	Beatrix	She smiles, a bit more watery an expression this time, and snuggles her head into the crook of Zamiel's heck, kissing it occasionally while she pulls at the girl's buttons once again.
15:00	Zamiel_Saraneth	They pop open with very little help, only barely holding the larger girl's breats in as it was. She starts trying to slip Beatrix out of her bedclothes...
15:01		Beatrix eagerly assists with that as well; the shirt buttons like the blouses, though fewer and with larger fasteners. She shrugs it off her shoulders once Zamiel finishes the last button, and jams her thumbs into the elastic waistband of the pants...then stops, directing a questioning look at Zamiel.
15:03		Zamiel_Saraneth nods and pulls Beatrix's bust down towards her lips, licking and sucking...
15:05	Beatrix	She slides them down a bit, having to lift her legs instead to slip the pants off, leaving her clad in just her panties. Right now she doesn't care, instead focusing on how Zamiel's tongue and hands are making her feel--the moans and panting escaping her lips are audible evidence.
15:06		Zamiel_Saraneth licks and gently nibbles on her nipples, even as she runs her hands up and down Beatrix's sides...
15:08	Beatrix	"Oh god...more, please..." One hand supporting her on the bed, she slides the other hand into Zamiel's hair and holds her head in place.
15:09	Zamiel_Saraneth	Zamiel runs a hand down...and over Beatrix's panties, even as she kisses up and down her stomach...
15:15	Beatrix	Rolling her hips forward and into Zamiel's hand as it touches, she groans, taking a step back to finish undressing Zamiel from the waist up. All that's left on her is her skirt and anything else, and Beatrix finds herself nearly drooling as she stares, diving forward to return the favor to Zamiel's chest.
15:17		Zamiel_Saraneth moans loudly shivering as her breasts are touched. She's very sensitive there...
15:19	Beatrix	Gleeful that her efforts are being rewarded so, she really gets into the act, sucking hard and licking and kissing and grazing with her teeth...
15:21		Zamiel_Saraneth turns to putty in her hands, moaning and shivering and groping...
15:22	Beatrix	She kisses her way back up to Zamiel's lips, hands taking over groping at her chest. She leans in to whisper into her ear. "May I...see all of you? Please?"
15:23	Zamiel_Saraneth	"Y-Yes..." She manages to breath out
15:27	Beatrix	Another hard kiss, and then she scoots back, lifting Zamiel's hips to allow herself access to the girl's skirt and, shortly thereafter, panties, pulling both off of her with nearly unseemly haste, completely disrobing her until she is laid bare. "...*So* beautiful," she says again, just admiring the pale girl on her bed.
15:28		Zamiel_Saraneth does likewise, tugging down Beatrix's panties in turn "So are you~"
15:29	Beatrix	She climbs up onto the bed, laying next to Zamiel and staring into her eyes. "...May I touch you? There?"
15:30	Zamiel_Saraneth	"You may..." She leans foward, kissing her gently.