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.
[attr="class","j1white"]he waits for aiden to return with the cutlery, and busies himself with the cutting of the cake. a swift, decisive slice -- an easy enough task for someone who turns to swordsmanship in lieu of magic -- he takes a small portion for himself, and after a moment of silent consideration, pushes the rest of the cake towards aiden. his taste for sweet treats is infrequent; he figures his assistant might appreciate it more. he punctuates the offer with what he hopes is further reassurance. "you'll be alright."[break][break]
to be perfectly honest, he is mildly concerned for the younger witch. he knows of the emerson family, and knows that names such as those are not easy to bear. perhaps even less so for a single child, to have every weight heavy on those shoulders. though, he supposes, he knows he would carry the weight of the world if it meant the family prospers. but aiden is not he, and neither is he an emerson, so he abandons the line of thought for lighter musings on the activities of tomorrow.[break][break]
“i think i am capable of thinking up a plan for the afternoon,” he says instead, sipping at his tea. he had been entertaining the thought of sneaking off early to attend to some overdue paperwork, but perhaps it can wait. there is a mild spirit of petty vindictiveness that having such a brash assistant has only fuelled --- after all, this particular letter had been terribly late in its response to him; he can afford to take his time to return it.
[attr="class","a1lyric"]i got nothing but dreams inside[break] i got nothing but dreams
[attr="class","a1lyric2"]i'm just young enough to still believe, still believe [break]young enough not to know what to believe
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[attr="class","a1scroll"] Aiden is quick to offer proper placement for Jiayi’s cake, not wanting to seem too eager to eat but also barely able to mask the sharp glint in his eyes as he looked not at his boss but the cake. His mouth was drawn into a tight, strained line as he felt himself drooling over fresh baked good. Fork at the ready, he carved out a small mouthful of cake blowing on it quickly before eating it. It only stung a little but he felt his eyes water slightly. Maybe he was tired or being dramatic, but Jia had a gift and he deserved to hone it. “S’good...” He mumbled, though even if he wasn’t understood the way he quickly carved out a much large piece covered in molten chocolate was positive enough indication. [break][break]
Now that he’s not entranced by baked sweets, he turned up to his companion and nodded. “Thanks.” He said, offering a small smile at the man. They weren’t close, but he appreciated the thought regardless. There weren’t many people he could discuss this with. His go to was Charani after all. That’s it. Aiden’s brows knit together despite the smile he tried to keep up. “Of course. If you would like any other idea on how to relax I can relay a list tomorrow morning on our ride there.” He said, eyes on his cake. He ate the rest of his cake in silence, interrupted only by the click and scraping of his fork on the pretty china. He would’ve spoken more, if it weren’t for how voraciously he ate his serving. He tried to subtly lick whatever was left on his fork before setting it down on his plate, satisfied. “Thank you for the treat. I liked it.” Of course, he did, but it was polite to offer compliments to the chef, right?[break][break]
Quietly, he set his used plate and fork in the sink letting water run over the chocolate streaks. “I’ll go grab you the gift wrapping before I take my leave.” He said after a bit of scrubbing. Turning on his heel he went to go dig out a few of the selections staff had provided him when he had sat down to wrap their courtesy presents. After some time, he came back, coat in hand looking a little more tired than when he’d left. “I’ve left it all on your desk. However, if it’s not to your liking there’s more in the hallway closet.” He paused once more, putting together something in his head. “Ahm, if you’ll excuse me. Good night sir.”