this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
Post by heath ambroise on May 26, 2018 19:50:29 GMT
He had better things to do. Of course, he had better things to do. Sinclair had told him this many times as he veered paths after work. He was taking the long way home, the very long way because he actually wasn’t going home. He was tracking down an old lead for no other reason than to putter around indecisively for an hour before going home again. As he walked the path from before, this time with a bit more light as he avoided steering himself through alleyways and old buildings, he felt conflicted. As usual, he wanted to visit his target as he usually did when he acquired a new one. He just wanted to be around. That’s all. He didn’t know why- scratch that. He knew exactly why. The urge to simply be nearby his target of affection had been something he couldn’t shake since he was a child. He didn’t need anything else, just quick look would suffice. He didn’t crave something unattainable even if he sometimes dreamed about.
He spots the door to the blacksmith’s shop. Closed, but surely open like before. Heath stops just across the street. He’s selfish enough to make it here, but aware just enough that this is not polite. There’s a scoff in the back of his mind and he knows Sinclair is tired of this weird exercise in futility that Heath does every single time he fancies someone even remotely. The blonde clutches his bag, trying to work up the nerve to go across. Minutes of shuffling later, and he finds himself in front of the shop door. Its darker out now. He should’ve been heading home, not doing this. But a visit only meant five or ten minutes of someone’s time, nothing crazy. He had ten minutes to spare. This was just a quick fix that would push him through the week. His hand hovers over the door. He’s much more nervous now that he knows what’s behind it.
There’s nothing wrong with looking. he thinks to himself trying to commit to a single act. I don’t need anything. he thinks again as his fingers gingerly touch the handle. This will fade. he repeats silently, remembering the words Sinclair had used to console him long ago. He pushes the door open a crack before shutting it as the awareness that someone is behind him hits. For whatever reason, he feels cause as he lets go of the handle and stutters out a late greeting. “Oh- uh- Hi. I mean- g-good evening.” He manages, flustered beyond belief.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on May 27, 2018 5:27:33 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
it is not often that he involves himself in the comings and goings of sundial's citizens, and even less so when not obliged by duty or some sense of responsibility to keep innocents out of danger. the less attention drawn to himself the better, after all. but after watching for a few moments the strange and almost suspicious behaviour of a blond witch loitering outside the residence of two of the few people he ( tentatively ) calls friend, kasimir finds himself walking over to where he stands.
perhaps it is out of some sense of instinctive protectiveness, paranoia about malicious intentions rearing its head. perhaps it is mere curiosity, damnable as it is. perhaps it is a desire to lend aid if necessary, for the blond seems to wear a rather nervous air about him. or perhaps it is a combination of all three. it matters not how he gets here, standing a short distance behind the stranger, searching for something to say, only that he has, and must now abide by his decision.
thankfully, the dilemma of what to say is solved by the stranger himself; kasimir stares back at the flustered blond and feels significantly less concerned for the rothscus family, but also significantly more curious. there is a moment of slight embarrassment at the state of his appearance ( perhaps he should have thought of this earlier ) - his elastic had snapped earlier, leaving his hair to fall loose over his shoulders and down his back in a spill of crimson ink - but it could have been worse. "good evening," he says, vaguely amused. he tilts his head at the shop. "did you need any help? you seemed rather... uncertain."
Post by heath ambroise on May 27, 2018 7:07:54 GMT
There’s a brief moment where Heath considered bolting outright. Just running and not looking back. He was fairly confident in his speed and he knew the area decently. He could’ve gotten away. But he was frozen on the spot. If he didn’t know any better he would’ve guessed there might be ice clinging to his feet, keeping his stuck to where he stood. There wasn’t, but it didn’t mean he was any less paralyzed. He looks over the stranger and is relieved they don’t look aggressive or too suspicious. Though, he imagined they might be. He was hovering. Hovering was always suspicious.
“I- uh-…Well I-” Heath stutters along absolutely unprepared for that kind of question. He wasn’t prepared for any speaking, really. All his mental capacity had been put to helping his steel himself long enough to get through the threshold of the shop. “I was- er-…I was uncertain of how to…proceed.” The blonde managed, collecting his words carefully. He felt his body betray him as his cheeks flushed at the thought of what exactly he had come to do. He couldn’t find it in him to admit that he’d simply wanted to stare at the shop owner for a few minutes before stuttering out something and excusing himself. That would have been not only pathetic but degrading if he had to put it to words. So, he wouldn’t.
He crafts a quick lie. “I wanted to ask a few questions about the magic that’s practiced here. It’s different from mine.” Amber eyes flick over to the shop and he’s grateful to see no one had come out to investigate. He hadn’t been loud had he. Heath tried to regain his composure and held back the urge to fan his face back to normalcy. “Are you, by any chance, familiar with the owner?” he asked after a minute or two or trying to calm himself down. The thought sent a chill through him. Gods forbid this person told the man he was after they’d seen him dawdling out here. Obvious attraction? Sure. Creeping around after hours? Definitely not information he wanted out there.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on May 27, 2018 9:33:11 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
there is a moment where kasimir is almost certain the blond will bolt. a certain wide-eyed quality that reminds him of deer, frozen in the spotlight - and for that moment, he entirely sympathises. he is... not normally one to inspire intimidation ( certain spells aside ), nor was it his intention to do so, so he takes a small half-step back and tries to rearrange his expression into something less stoic, something a little more softer and neutral. not that he thinks it makes much of a difference, but, well, it is the thought that counts, is it not?
the blond witch flushes, stutters, clearly trying to fumble for words, and kasimir's moment of empathy extends. unfortunately, he does not really know how to put a stranger at ease beyond his ( rather pathetic ) attempts to appear more open, so he resigns himself to just listening to until his input is required. there is a reason why he does not put himself forth to interact with others, after all.
his eyes narrow fractionally as the blond's body language shifts, the stutter disappearing for something smoother. suspicious... and almost certainly a lie. the question therefore is: why?
briefly, he entertains the thought of simply telling aeris ( or, perhaps more likely, maddox or zephyr ) about the blond and just letting them deal with everything; but he quickly dismisses the idea. he continues staring at the stranger, expression blank. "vaguely," kasimir replies, letting his tone hint at everything and nothing at all. another small tilt of head. "why do you ask?"
Post by heath ambroise on May 27, 2018 20:47:32 GMT
Heath’s mind is turning too fast to speak consistently. He should’ve left when he had the chance, not start conversation with this stranger. The blonde can’t help but feel horrified. Even if there wasn’t the hint of a strong connection between the owner and the ginger before him, there was still a chance that they spoke regularly. There was also the chance that, like any good citizen, he’d tell the blacksmith about his visit which, after what this embarrassing encounter was shaping up to be, he really wished he hadn’t bothered. He could feel Sinclair cackling at the edges of his subconscious, utterly delighter he hadn’t even spoken to Aeris yet and he was already an awkward mess. This was exactly why the familiar always advised against impulsive action this this. It brought nothing but trouble and suffering to the journalist. And the worst part, it was all self-inflicted. Why did he keep punishing himself like this?
“Um.” Again, he didn’t want to answer. His face felt hot once again, flustered now that he was caught practically stalking someone at their business. Did it count as stalking? It wasn’t like he constantly crept near the residence or tried to break in to steal things like any stalker would. He just- he hovered. ‘No reason!’ he almost blurted out. As if that wasn’t suspicious. He briefly considered coming clean, but they were within an earshot of the shop. If he was admitting things he would rather do it directly instead. No. Think. “Because you’re helping right? I thought-” This was going poorly. Honesty is the best policy! Who’s mantra is that again? Sinclair voice echoes in the confines of his brain. Irritation bubbles up and he forces it down as he tries, once again, to say something coherent. “I was just asking since if you were familiar maybe you could tell me around what time the owner would be available…in the morning.” He bites the inside of his lip to keep from screaming. “Uh, I can always visit before work.” He continued quickly.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on May 28, 2018 2:48:06 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
kasimir eyes the blond with increasing suspicion, for all that he had initially judged him to be harmless. the spark of horror in his eyes, the ghost of regret he sees there, the stalling for time with embarrassment written all over the flush burning his cheeks - is it any wonder that he grows to be more and more apprehensive about this strange witch loitering outside at this time of day? or night, rather, and that just all the more proves his point.
kirjava has absolutely no qualms about laughing at this situation, though her eyes are just as bright and wary as his. he wonders, briefly, if aeris has to deal with things like this often. then proceeds to wonder how maddox would deal with a situation like this, with kirjava unashamedly snickering at the thought of moosely towering over the blond with an ominous glare. it is certainly quite the mental image.
he tilts his head in a performed display of confusion, raising a brow fractionally. "helping the owner? no, unfortunately i am not," he says, deliberately misunderstanding the blond's words. he keeps his gaze steady, keeps it unwavering, in the vague hopes that the stranger will eventually reveal his true goal. kasimir deliberates for a moment, before offering a small shrug. "sometimes he opens early, sometimes he opens late. it depends on the day," he says, entirely, intentionally unhelpful.
Post by heath ambroise on May 28, 2018 4:10:33 GMT
Confused. He’s confused. He was even more incoherent than usual it seemed. The less the ginger understood the worse this got. But, they still didn’t seem hostile so that was good right? He didn’t want to get his ass handed to him after a day long day at work. He couldn’t afford to go to a hospital either, so it just meant, depending on the severity of it all, a week’s worth of limping around. He supposed he could always work from home? That was always nice. “Uh, sorry. My mistake.” He lowers his gaze as he tries to accept how much of a mess he’d made and trying to search inside himself for some backbone to fix it with. He was an adult. He could get himself out of this.
When Kasimir answers though, it’s his turn to be confused. Genuinely confused. “Ahh, I see. Maybe I’ll try lunch then.” He said slowly trying to figure out if the man was messing with him or if the blacksmith was more eccentric than he initially thought. Heath feels compelled to look away as he notes the man is practically not blinking at all. It makes him feel restless. Like he was a kid again and his mother was giving him that disappointed stare to force the truth out of him. He clammed up even more, refusing to bend on this subject. He’d avoid it for as long as possible. He diverts to another question, an attempt to gather information. “Even if you don’t, uh, work here I thought I might try anyway… You wouldn’t happen to know if the owner…likes any color in particular?” he watches now less out of defiance and more out of genuine curiosity. If he was going to barge in at random hours he might as well bring something to appease any and all irritation he might bring with his presence. Carnations would do. It would be easy enough to change the colors into any assortment he needed. He figured if he at least had a preferred color, he’d do a bit better than just rushing in without flowers or a conversation strategy. Ten minutes was starting to feel like an eternity. It was like having to write up a presentation for class all over again. He simmers in his own embarrassment before realizing it’d been long enough and neither of them had left. Common courtesy dictated an introduction. He moved towards Kasi, getting within arm’s length away before holding out his hand. As much as he didn’t want to do it, he should. “I’m Heath. Sorry to bother at this hour.”
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on May 28, 2018 6:10:47 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
kasimir barely even has to look to know that he is confusing the stranger - which is unsurprising given that he has been actively trying to avoid giving out any straight answers. partly out of some sense of protectiveness, partly because information is a precious commodity and he wants to gain a better grasp on the blond who is interested in aeris so, and partially because a spark of playful mischief has ignited within him in all its rarity.
he offers another shrug, keeping his expression as neutral and placid as he can make it ( which is, given his lack of proclivity to expressionism in the first place, rather neutral if he does say so himself ). "he may not be present at lunchtime, either," kasimir says, helpful tone entirely at odds with his unhelpful words. "people eat at lunchtime." and people die if they are killed. kirjava is laughing in the back of his mind, and he confesses to gladness that he is able to incite such a response from her.
but even kasimir cannot figure out wherein lies the basis of the stranger's following question. why would he be in need of aeris' favourite colour? somehow, he doubts anyone with malicious or manipulative intensions would be asking for their target's aesthetic preferences. kasimir blinks, stares at the blond curiously. "why?" he asks, baffled. "are you attempting to gift him flowers, or something?" it is more a rhetorical question than anything, the least likely thing that he can think of. because try as he might, he truly cannot work out why.
briefly, kasimir debates about giving heath a false name. he is not often of the habit of imparting information about himself, no matter how slight. but, he supposes with a vague sense of resignation, his name is already spreading somewhat within his coven, and should heath loiter around aeris' shop some more, he will likely find out anyway. it would just be more trouble than it is worth. "kasimir," he says, shaking heath's hand with an inclination of head. "it is an unusual hour to be going to the blacksmith," he observes with a pointed stare.
Post by heath ambroise on May 28, 2018 7:13:33 GMT
“Right, of course. I almost forgot...” Heath tries not to visibly deflate at the revelation that Aeris may not be presents during his break either. He could very well wander off somewhere to eat. Ahh- why was this so hard? Had the stars aligned for him just right the other night when all he had needed to do was stumble through a darkened shop intent on investigating a murder weapon? The notion, while tiresome, seemed rather romantic and Heath felt the color in his cheeks brightening before shoving off the thought. No. Not now! That wasn’t important right now. Focus!
He’s surprised by the stranger’s genuine curiosity in his intentions, and Heath is about to snicker at the cluelessness in his tone before feeling horrified once more as he simply BLURTS out exactly what he’d been planning to do on his next visit. Heath can only pray no one was privy to that but knowing his luck everyone in the house would be in a matter of seconds. That’s just how his life went. “Yes.” He admits, though he can salvage the reason why. He’s got this one prepared. “T-The flowers are meant to be a sort of…apology for disturbing him the other night.” he asked.
He shakes Kasimir’s hand and nods. “It’s good to make your acquaintance.” He said lightly. He pauses as the man tries to get him to admit things he didn’t want to again. “Yes- Well-…Truthfully, I’ve been here at a far later time. That’s how I met the owner. I was hoping that this would be a better time for him.” Heath explained. “I’m…a bit of an insomniac. So- I was there. Really Late. I-I’m also a plantshaper. So arranging some flowers in a specific color isn’t that hard of a task for me either.” He added awkwardly. “What about you? Did you have business here?” Heath asked. Was he interrupting something. Had he made Kasimir late for an appointment? AHHH- Curse it all.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on May 28, 2018 7:40:34 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
of all the things kasimir expects to come out of this encounter, meeting someone who wants to know aeris' favourite colour so that he can give him flowers in said colour is nowhere on the list. nowhere even near the list, and in all honesty he would have thought heath to be lying if it were not for the sheer embarrassment the blond practically radiates. that, more than anything, convinces him of the blond's genuinely.
though, that still comes back to the question of why.
he blinks as his question is answered a breath later, blinks and raises an eyebrow at the implication that heath seems to have a proclivity to visiting aeris at night. perhaps that would explain why he had chosen this hour to once again loiter outside the blacksmith's shop. seeing no real harm in answering heath's initial question, kasimir's shoulders lift in a slight shrug. "he likes purple," he says. "purples and pinks." if aeris were to express displeasure at the sharing of this information later, kasimir will not hesitate to apologise, but he does not really think maddox's father would mind.
he is surprised as heath offers up a stream of information about himself - and the cynical part of him wonders how much is actually true - but kasimir has absolutely no desire to return the favour. information is power, is a way to forge a weapon with which he can be manipulated - he has learned this lesson the hard way. instead, he offers up an explanation that is the truth yet reveals little. "i was passing by," he says. "you looked uncertain." and quite suspicious, he does not add.
Post by heath ambroise on Jun 29, 2018 18:47:00 GMT
He’s pretty sure Kasimir doesn’t actually understand his motives and he’s fine with that. He didn’t need someone privy to this even if it was quite obvious. Although, he wished Kasimir were a little less vocal when he guessed his intentions. Though he supposed he was already out in the open anyway. Why bother being embarrassed? Logically, that’s what he should’ve thought. That’s the advice he would give others. But, he couldn’t help it. He’d never been good at expressing his emotions. He thought bottling them up might help but here he was: a hot mess in the middle of the night. He’d have to figure out how to get a handle on that soon enough. Though, he imagined exposure would do the trick. The more he was used to someone the quicker this would die away. As forward as he was, he hadn’t planned ahead for very much other than a nice dinner and flowers. He was unable and unwilling to think ahead when it came to these kinds of things.
“Ah, I’m sorry if I’ve delayed you from your destination.” Heath apologized as he tugged as the hem of his shirt with one hand. The nerves still bubbled up but not as severely as before. Though, he already felt the seeds of anxiety burrowing themselves into his subconscious. This would agonize him until he saw the blacksmith again. Great. He felt the need to correct this. He needed to correct his first impression. He needed to dig for more information. a small voice inside his head added. Heath pushed away the thought, not wanting to harass Kasimir, as curious as he was about his relationship with Aeris and the man himself. “But, thank you. I’m more certain now.” Especially that he now had a game plan for next time. Forget how he was going to transport the flowers themselves. He’d figure that out later. Nothing a shot of courage couldn’t fix. He could afford some scotch, right?
He’d have to figure out his budget for next week too if he wanted to afford buying a bottle. The reported moved closer to Kasimir, excited in his newfound knowledge. Even if it was just something trivial as someone’s favorite color it was weirdly exciting? He just craved information. Just to know a little bit more. Was that terrible? It was. He needed to learn to keep that to himself, or at the very least figure out a more tactful way to get this kind of information. “C-Can I buy you a coffee?” he asked, frowning at the other man. He added quickly, attempting to clarify his intentions. “As a thank you. And an apology as well. Just that.”
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jun 30, 2018 8:08:29 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
his shoulders lift in a slight shrug and he waves off the unneeded apology. in all honesty, he feels a little guilty about how he has evidently made heath uneasy - not that it was not, in some ways, his intention, but it is still rather regretful. "no need to apologise," he says quietly, and attempts to configure his expression into something a little less hard. "a few minutes makes no difference."
he inclines his head at the gratitude, accepting it though no less confused about heath's motives, and no less dubious about whether or not the blond really will end up gifting aeris flowers. maddox's father does not really seem like the type for such things, although kasimir can admit that his perception of the man is rather skewered. mafia bosses, in his experience, are hardly ones for frivolities, retired or otherwise - but then again, aeris does not quite match the expectations there, even as he were several years ago. who knows, perhaps this is merely a side of the man that kasimir has never seen.
the blond moves closer towards kasimir with something akin to excitement in his eyes, and he forces himself not to tense up, not the take a step back. he cannot help but shift his weight slightly though, adjust his stance into something subtly more defensive solely out of instinct. and when the offer is extended, he cannot help but simply blink at heath, eyeing the blond with bafflement drawing question marks in his irises. that... is not what he had expected.
"you don't need to thank me. or apologise," he says, unable to hide all the confusion from his tone. it occurs to him, then, that perhaps heath is after something else. more information, maybe? he does not know. "but if you want to...?"
Heath managed to give the other man an awkward smile. A few minutes or not he felt that his presence, which had worried the other person enough to warrant interruption was enough for him to apologize. He never wanted to seem like a stalker. Ever. He felt that impression still lingered, just a little and he would do everything in his power to fix it to something less…criminal. The journalist nods slowly as Kasimir keeps trying to process his offer and he’s now glad he added the ‘this is platonic’ note right at the end. Good save, Heath, good save. “Sorry, but it feels warranted to me.” Heath explained before smiling. “Thank you for humoring me. There’s a few shops still open down the road from here.” He said happy that Kasimir had agreed. With that decided, Heath stepped around the other man and began leading him down the road, pausing to glance behind him to make sure the man was still following. Just to make sure he wasn’t about to start talking to thin air.
One of the few perks insomnia had was, once you forgot to sleep long enough, you found all the best late-night spots. There were a few decent enough cafes and diners that stayed open throughout the entire night. Some better than others. The cafes he’d mentioned were the same. Sometimes the quality fluctuated but at the end of the day, one place was open at 3:30 am and the other wasn’t. The lampposts offered enough light and heath found himself humming as his eyes ran over the signs of the closed establishments. Somewhere…it was somewhere in this area. He was sure of it. That building looked familiar, and so did that bench. He glanced at Kasimir nervously for a moment, “One second, almost there.” He said though his tone wavered as he glanced down alleyways. Had he gone through there? No, better not try that when he was in company. He already seemed like a stalker. He didn’t want to start crawling through alleyways too on top of it. He kept on forward, every so often assuring Kasimir that they were on the right track.
Just as Heath was about to confess to Kasimir he had gotten them lost, a bright sign appeared after a right turn. “Vanilla Grind Diner” blinked on and off for customers, spreading neon white, yellow, and green onto the dark road. “There! We’re here. Sorry for the long walk. I’d remembered it as being closer to Ae-” he stops before proceeding. “Closer to us. Let’s head in shall we?” he said as he proceeded forward, finally in his element now that he was somewhere familiar. There wasn’t a warm reception, the diner mostly empty with a few patrons here and there. Heath lead the way again, choosing a booth seat. “I know I said coffee, but if you want something to eat feel free. I don’t mind.” The man added as he slid into a booth. A waitress came by, announcing her name was, “Selina” before dropping off menus and stating she’d be back in a few minutes.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Sept 28, 2018 3:32:16 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
there lingers something awkward in the air, a pause two steps to the right of comfortable conversation, brought on by the interaction of two strangers and an unspoken conversation weaving between the spaces in words. perhaps it is just kasimir, reluctance towards any semblance of transparency as he has, but as this entire interaction was initially instigated by himself, there is a certain level of obligation to see it through. he follows the blond quietly, two men drifting down the empty, shadow-cast streets at an hour too late to be reasonable; that there is anywhere even open for heath to bring him to is rather a miracle.
'you should have just declined,' kirjava tells him drily as discomfort rises to the forefront of his mind again; for a moment, kasimir is seriously, highly tempted to slip away and vanish into the shadows while his companion's back is turned. it would not even be difficult, no magic needed - just three steps to the left and let the darkness draw him in.
the lamplight is mellow against the midnight sky, soft and warm to any tired eyes. it is actually quite peaceful, broken only by the rhythm of their footsteps and heath's periodic assurances. kasimir almost tells him not the worry so, before biting the words down before they can emerge. there is no need to make it potentially worse, or to make his companion feel self conscious.
they walk for long enough that he almost begins to suspect that they are lost, when the sign finally appears out of the gloom. "it's fine," he says and politely ignores heath's abruptly appended sentence, slipping in through the door behind the blond. not quite a warm atmosphere, but not cold either, the well-lit diner seems a typical scene for late-night workaholics; not so cosy as a cafe, but nothing questionable either. heath seems to lose his self-consciousness for a far more relaxed air, leading them to a booth with the air of someone very familiar with this.
kasimir glances through the menu quickly, before setting it down, even more uncomfortable than before, though he attempts to smooth it into unreadable placidity. "coffee is fine," he says quietly, though a sarcastic voice in the back of his mind ( hello kirjava ) comments that he has enough sleep problems without adding a dose of caffeine into the mix. it will be fine, he has made far worse life choices than this.
Post by heath ambroise on Sept 29, 2018 1:46:36 GMT
The Vanilla Grind isn’t quite his favorite establishment. In fact, it’s not even in his top 5 if he’s being completely honest. But the one thing he found that was really nice was that, the world had to really, REALLY be going to hell and back for this place to not be open. The owner probably paid well for a 24/7 place. He noted a couple of people surrounded with books and cups of coffee. Lux students. It was a familiar sight. No one really bothered you here. At times when he found himself in a writing groove, he could come here to relax and eat and then work up a tab on just coffee and hot cocoa. He didn’t even mind having to get up to get the staff’s attention. It was a pretty relaxed atmosphere.
Heath takes no time in reading through the menu. All those nerves worked up an appetite for him. Selina came back with and pulled out a pen and a notepad to take their orders. “I’ll get a coffee wit the hazelnut creamer please. Or, and the grand slam special. Double, extra bacon.” He explained, though she seemed like she was already familiar with the other. She then turned to Kasimir to ask for his. After jotting it down the woman was off. Heath waited a moment before turning back to Kasimir awkwardly. He was silent, and it was hard to gage what he was thinking. He really hoped he wouldn’t tell Aeris. That- that would be the actual worst. “So…uh…what kind of witch are you…?” he asked trying to compose the question on the fly to alleviate the silence. If he could get himself talking to the redhead, he’d be able to plead with him a bit more easily. Hopefully. What other ice breaker questions were there? Think you idiot, think. "Hey, if you get hungry, you can have some bacon. They...they make it really crunchy." he added.
