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","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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Aiden gave the brunette a nod despite the sour expression etched on his face. “Wrong and shut up.” The redhead rudely returned. Their house wasn’t eclectic? Right? Hi mom and him kept it pretty alright. They tried. Something made him take pause, remembering earlier this morning he hadn’t been. He hadn’t even found home. Someone else had occupied the apartment and there’d been no sign of his mom. At least, when he’d rushed over to his grandparents place everything was still in tact but- This could also be a really bad hangover or something. It’d been fuzzy this morning, like walking through haze. Right. Grandparents. Food. Aiden forced himself to keep on task. [break][break]
The boy let out a long sigh at Charani’s explanation, turning to look at him for a moment too long. ‘Punch him.’ He thought debating how much he wanted to clock him one versus the scene it would make. After all, maybe he wasn’t rich, but the guy certainly seemed friendly, approachable. Aiden’s sourpuss mug looked like a fucking thug. Scars on his hands and dirt on his cheeks were enough to convince witnesses against him. And also, him throwing the first punch out of nowhere. “Your name is Shitter?” he asked the edges of his lips pulling up into a slight grin. Oh. Oh, was he being punked? Was that it? Maybe a terrible nickname. He was fairly annoying. [break][break]
“Charani it is.” He decided, doing his best to imitate pronunciation. He took a moment to look around picking the best way home, as well as if there was a chance he could swipe any snacks on the way home. Not a lot of food stalls yet, unfortunately. He nodded towards the right about to his companion know before freezing in his tracks, heat rushing to his face as the telepath countered his threats earlier. “Stop that!” he hissed, head snapping towards the cult member who was standing far too close for comfort. OF course, the street was crowded but he also didn’t take too well the almost smug expression and how their shoulders were touching. If anything, it made him even more embarrassed. “Aren’t you supposed to be, like, naïve?? Ignorant?? Not a horny teenager.” He added, shoving the guy towards and alley and following close behind to cut through a bit of traffic. If Charani would look he would notice how Aiden’s eyes were on anything but him as he let his gay panic pass. "Tell me what you can cook we're doing a pass by the food market." He could get Charani talking to anyone that looked at him funny and slide ingredients into his pouch. Good plan. Think on that more. Less on kissing.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov kabedon and a mugging plz
"I just cam here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Shtar. Star but with a lisp. But that’s fine, it’ll make us even closer.” He was teasing a bit, though it wasn’t out of the ordinary for his people. Sex was a means of creation and expression that words couldn’t replicate. Anger, happiness, sadness. All emotions laid bare. Plus it seemed to rattle the other boy quite easily. A small bit of sadism leaked out into their mental link before quickly vanishing.
“Why would you think that? I never said what kind of things my people believe did I?” There was truth in this statement. After all he could be in a sex cult for all the other boy. He wasn’t. Or well that wasn’t the main focus of this cult but you get it. He was moved or... well shoved to be farther away from the boy. This distance was quickly closed again. Keeping the pressure on. Vulnerable.
“I can cook anything you want. Soups, stews and curries are what I’m used to cooking though.” He had to cook with others for a large group after all. It was easiest to make things like stews and maybe some kind of bread or fruit to go with it. Something easy to mass produce.
On the plus side aiden emerson seemed to have given up on ditching him. That was good. Easy. Thank goddess Baal for that. He did wonder where they were going though. Everything looks rough and worn here. He expected extravagant design and riches for a city that had forsaken the goddesses. Guess it wasn’t so black and white.
[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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“We’re not getting closer. You’re leaving my home after lunch.” Aiden stated, despite the telepath’s mysterious way of wearing him down in a matter of minutes. He got the feeling the other boy was enjoying this too much. He could feel despite how flustered he was. “I don’t know religious stereotypes?! Find someone else to pin your weird urges on.” he returned, his voice rising a coupe of levels as took on a whinier tone. He hated this. It felt like no matter what he did or how hard he tried to keep the guy arm’s length, he seemed to drift without him realizing it back to his side. It wasn’t that bad, his side just felt warmer. What was bad was the case of the sweats the started to break out and the need to run, immediately. He didn’t like feeling like this. Not at least with this guy, some stranger that was in a cult. [break][break]
Soups and stews. He was familiar with that. They had enough vegetables at home from Rosario’s garden. Meat though... That’d be more difficult to swipe. Maybe he should try for a wallet. The alley eventually led to a louder part of town. A cacophony of vendors trying to shout over one another, witches gathering around milling in groups or by themselves. He tested the connection once more. “Do you like anything in particular here?” he asked letting the brunette give it a look around as Aiden settled on a few potential carts. He’d prefer something busy but not too much or they’d be on alert. Or- Wait- [break][break]
Shoppers with open bags, nice. Honestly that had been way easier why had he not thought of that first. “Feel free to ask people questions. That get up is distracting enough.” He added snickering at his minor dig now that he was feeling sufficiently distracted himself. Once again he gave the boy a little shove letting him bounce into whoever while Aiden stalled to circle by and swipe anything that wasn’t nailed down.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov kabedon and a mugging plz
"I just cam here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“No duh. How would we explore the city if we stayed at your house after lunch? Silly.” He was ignoring the implications again. He seemed quite adept at doing that. Maybe something he was used to doing. It was a tactic cults sometimes used. That and gaslighting of course.
“Who says they’re my urges? After all I can feel your mind, squiggling and writing with something.” The thing it was writhing with was probably the disconnect from reality as it was being overwritten because of the magic controlling them. Of course as he had no idea that was happening he wouldn’t know that. Neither of them. He would slip the thought of Aiden’s hand gripping his hair as the boy lowered himself to his knees. No more. Just enough to see him fluster.
“I don’t usually eat meat so anything you want is fine.” Meat was hard to get without hunting for small game like rabbits or squirrels. They often didn’t bother because there were to many mouths for such small creatures to satisfy without gathering large amounts.
“Hey what’s that?” He had easily moved onto the distraction angle. He was talking to so many people. First was a woman who held some kind of strange device for hair weaving. A headband she called it. There were small teeth to keep it in place, strange. Then there was a man with strange large fruits he didn’t recognize. They looked like apples but were much larger and a very pale green color instead of the small bright red things he had usually seen.
This would give Aiden ample time to do his thing. He would of course find some thoughts slip into his mind as the boy walked around. Some purposeful and others slipping out from behind the wall of reality. Things he wasn’t sure if he was thinking or it was someone else. I think you broke my heart again.
[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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Any loud reaction that Aiden had was swallowed immediately as they moved closer to their game plan. Though he was quite obviously pouting underneath his hood. He didn’t have time to retort and he sure as hell didn’t fluster even further when Charani continued to tea him with things that hadn’t happened, and he had definitely not considered until now. Not that he would consider it ever at this point, not wanting to entangle himself further with the guy. Although he kept himself restrained, it was very clear he was mulling over his embarrassment and trying not to show it. [break][break]
The boy was focused, more so now that he was trying very hard to not let Charani have the satisfaction that whatever he was doing was riling him up. It was, but he didn’t like admitting things to smug cultists. He hung near Charani, keeping an eye on him and striking when the opportunity present itself. Bags of holding were so convenient when it came to theft. It was easy to move by pick up a couple of spices that were running low and toss them into his bag. He snagged a pouch of change and silently dropped into his bag without notice. Some wrapped sweets. He has shoved a couple of wrapped steaks from a woman’s bag when he felt something almost stop him in his tracks. Almost. [break][break]
Aiden is a professional. He’s done this enough times since his childhood to move through it with muscle memory but the feeling leaves him a little shaken. It’s this guilt that moves his hand to snag something a little more expensive than food, a little shinier. Once he’s snagged enough extra ingredients and restocked his grandparent’s pantry, the boy pulled up casually next to the brunette, fingers snaking easily to his and giving him a tug. “Having fun?” he asked as he smiled and lead the boy away, ready to cut into another pathway and leave the open market. “And before you say anything I’m not having urges.” he added, quickly letting go of Charani once they were in the clear. He spoke up as they exited onto another street. “Aside from being a pest, what are you trying to accomplish here?” he asked out loud. “I can’t exactly get you in anywhere fancy.” He added as he finally bothered to look over at the boy, his feet naturally leading them back to his grandparent’s place, cozy as ever. Empty too, thank the gods.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov kabedon and a mugging plz
"I just cam here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Yes. We were just talking about these pretty flowers.” He hummed as the red head so easily slipped his hand into a familiar place. Or was it familiar? Weird. Why was this a feeling? Aiden would sadly see it to with their connection... something Charani would normally protect against. A flash of a tanned boy with blond hair being ripped apart by shadowy appendages.
“Oh. Well it was nice to meet you ma’am.” Was what he managed before being pulled away by the boy he was following. His hand was let go as soon as they were not in the crowded area. It was a loss of warmth that annoyed him for some reason.
“You protest quite a bit.” More teasing on top of all of this. It was quite fun. He wasn’t sure why it was fun but it was fun. Maybe he was a bit sadistic? That wasn’t uncommon amongst Lady Baal’s faithful after all.
“I don’t know. It just feels like I should? Your aura feels familiar and calming for some reason.” He of course couldn’t know that it was his body recognizing the familiar body. He couldn’t know that. Then again his body was doing lots of strange things. That image earlier was not a memory of his. Maybe it was this boys?
[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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The reasons to hate this weird brain connection were piling up. It was being used as a way to fluster him, the couldn’t seem to stop talking to each other through it, disorienting and distracting Aiden ,and on top of it all the weird images and flashes of memory he would get. This one came with less implications that the last few had with the effect of Aiden’s blood running cold. He’d never see that person before. He’d never met Charani before, but the sadness that came attached lingered and lowered his shoulders and slowed his pace for a moment before he forced himself to focus on his way ahead. [break][break]
“Because you’ve been harassing me for a bit.” For a bit, the ginger hissed back. Funny, he felt the opposite of calm. He looked skeptical, narrowing his eyes at the boy as he produced a key to his grandparent’s home. It was silent, and he could tell the blinds were drawn since the light was low. He kind of liked it like that, but they would probably want it open with a couple windows letting in a breeze. Especially if Charani was about to start cooking. Before he let the cultist step through the threshold however he put a hand on Charnai’s chest for a rough stop, staring intently. “Don’t fucking try anything here. They have nothing of value, and I will kill you.” He said slowly dropping his hand as he stepped through hand began taking off his leather jacket. “That’s a fact, not a promise.” He added as he easily popped off one grungy sneaker after the other. [break][break]
He didn’t exactly know how much fun being almost mugged, shoved around, and threatened was but who was he to really argue with the guy. “You leave your things at the door; I have an extra pair of slippers in my room.” He added as he donned rather worn but nonetheless fuzzy looking bunny slippers, complete with whiskers and button noses. The boy moved quickly easily weaving past colorful furniture and sewing projects to retrieve, an older but still just as fluffy pair of brown bear slippers which he lay down for Charani before moving towards the kitchen and beginning to set down his spoils. Slabs of meats and lamb, an assortment of fruits instead of a bag of one, an actual sack of potatoes, little jars of new spices, some jars for pickling, etc. Lastly, he pulled out something he never usually went for: jewelry. Nothing too fancy, just a pack of shiny looking barrettes with some glittery daisies on them. He made a face not too keen on offering these up but remembering something between guilt and endearment had pushed him to do it. [break][break]
Which was strange considering how much of a pain this day had been. Safe, but a pain. He tilted his head toward Charani barking out a quick ‘Hey!’ for his attention though he immediately hesitated once attention was on him. “Uh… I uh, picked these up. For you.” He said stiffly holding out the accessories before quickly adding as his pulse sped up. “It’s to keep your hair out of your eyes. While you cook I mean.”
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov kabedon and a mugging plz
"I just cam here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Oh? I like to think of it as our first date.” He hummed as he followed the boy along the way to his grandparents home. He was roughly pushed back as they got to the door... key just moments from allowing him to enter the threshold. He was threatened and seemed unfazed by it. Always.
“Okay daddy. You can punish me when I’m bad.” Was what came our of his mouth. He was really pushing a line. Well more like he saw the line of what was okay, moved it, then jumped over it anyway. Then lit the line of Fire just for good measure.
He placed his umbrella, shoes and the large shirt he was wearing to reveal a much tighter almost see though mesh like shirt underneath. There was a tattoo on his back... well lower back to be fair that could be seen. It looked like a sun? Or something like that.
“Okay. Now where’s the kitchen.” He of course had those brown slippers on by this point. He wasn’t looking at Aiden until the thought came into his mind. A kind of Navi HEY LISTEN thought. There was the boy again looking more embarrassed than earlier. Something was in his hand. Flowery and cute before they were offered to him. This was new. Perhaps taken earlier?
“Oh thank you! They look so pretty.” He would of course take them from the boy and use them to pin up his bangs out of his face. He would look at Aiden and smile. “How do they look?”
[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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While Aiden does rush around, the word ‘date’ more or less short circuits Aiden’s brain but not his connection to the other boy. Mostly because the few dates he’d had, and there were a couple he was proud to say, all parties involved had established that it was one beforehand. So, he had known how to act and what to do in those circumstances. Charani had more or less been plopped down at his feet by accident. There’s a rush if images as Aiden considers all his actions of that day with Charani, and some don’t quite fit the day’s events. There was of course, the threats, the shoving, the strangling, but there was also intercut between rapid fire moments of today were things he didn’t remember happening. Things that felt out of order. Like finding himself barging in on the brunette, or the image of him cheering the boy on in an arena. There’s that same, sad face from earlier where it’s not pity or sympathy but great sadness. It’s something he’s seen but never fully understood many times before. [break][break]
Still the rush of emotion overpowers his braincells and Aiden doesn’t dwell on the weird or the sad today. He is only hot. And it doesn’t’ get any better the minute Charani speaks up to counter any threat. Frankly, he sounded like he enjoyed it every time Aiden made the attempt. “A-Are you sure you’re a religious type?” he fired back amidst his confusion about their ‘date’ and his shock at being called ‘daddy’ by a boy almost the exact same height as him. Signs pointed towards no in Aiden’s mind. Mainly the type of clothing underneath the white top and the large back tattoo. It wasn’t staring so much as analysis. [break][break]
Most would say those that subscribed to religion were modest witches, who tended to hide more of themselves than expose. This was clearly not the case. “You look cute.” Slipped out through his thoughts as he remembered the brunette was prone to shee- he didn’t remember that. He didn’t remember anything. This was his first time meeting with Charani. He looked up trying to save himself. “The clips- they suit you- Uh! You know, cause of your flowers. On your top. Not this top. The non-see through one.” Sweating, he turned around all of the sudden and moved towards a cabinet to pull out a large pot for Charani to work with. ‘Nevermind.’ came the thought not wanting to discuss it any further.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov kabedon and a mugging plz
"I just cam here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Hmm interesting. Is that my memory or yours? Or maybe a vision.” He was speaking mostly to himself. Perhaps it is a vision of the future being intercepted by the telepathic connection? Or perhaps some kind of spell causing interference. Or he was just imagining a future that could have been or maybe would be. He wasn’t really sure how divination worked aside from what the elders could scrounge up.
“There are plenty of kinds of religions my dear Aiden. We happen to be much less stuffy than most.” Was that true? Yes. That usually was true when your people worshiped a god of the underworld. What these people so spitefully called a wraith. Heresy.
He smiled as the boy was all flustered and trying not to trip over his own tongue. It was kind of cute. Like their movie nights at his apartment. No wait. That isn’t his memory? Strange. Oh well. Best not to dwell.
“Thank you. You’re sweet when you aren’t roughing people up.” He said watching as the flustered boy wandered around to where he assumed was the kitchen, hearing the clang of a pot or pan in his ear. Yes he was probably right. Well he really should get started.
“This is how most of my clothes are. I kind of like them. I like how I look when I wear them.” He made his move toward the red headed boy to take the pot to start his cooking journey. He made sure to get as close as he could when he did so. Maybe a little to close before saying something into the other boys ear. “Thanks. I’ll get started. Feel free to have a seat.”
[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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“I don’t have visions.” Aiden murmured just in case Charani wasn’t really talking to him. He frowned, still not sure how to go about it with Charani. Every time he put his foot down, he got worse, and he was keen on letting him know it was kind of useless to try to bother him. Charani had the upper hand after all considering Aiden still have the ability to feel shame. At least, it popped up rather quickly anyway. Still it is kind of weird to be together with someone this closely but having never met them. If he were a romantic type, he would’ve assumed they were soul mates though that could hardly be the case. He’d been suffering from weirdness all morning after all. His missing mother, his forgetting his own home address, etc. At least his grandparents were still intact. A drug side effect maybe? [break][break]
Maybe he shouldn’t have ingested that crank unicorn stuff after all. Someone had mentioned it was still experimental. Oh well. He kept seeing things, and for the most part Charani seemed to be harmless, albeit a little creepy. He wanted to relax, for whatever reason, but he didn’t want to allow it yet when his brian was screaming ‘you’ve only just met!’. The internal dissonance is annoying especially when he thinks about how easily they could hold hands and how Charani could lean his head on him- Again the redhead felt something flash in his mind but not quite stay. This was getting to be exhausting. He almost wanted to go along with it if only it made the headache go away. “I’m not sweet you-” he stopped himself before snapping a ‘your clothes look old.’ Charani had mentioned running away, and he was from a commune after all. He figured it would be a nice gesture- a kind gesture to give him a gift. Also, as he thought, he wore them well. Something he didn’t express but was clear by the glances he tried to sneak his way. Just the clips. He wasn’t staring at how low his tattoo was or how confident was. Something…dark flashed for a moment. Something even more sadistic than Charani had been today and the image of the brunette steamed Aiden to the core. A nightmare, like a rave. Dark with loud music, intensely bright colors, chains and lips on his. Inappropriate. Stop- He forced himself to zone in on the smell of boiled eggs form memory block the flash. [break][break]
“If you say so…” Aiden grumbled as he handed Charani the pot only to freeze as he found the diviner once again too close for comfort. His breath caught in his throat at the boy spoke before pulling away just as easily. “YEAH, SURE. SEATING- WAITING.” He said a little too loudly. A weaker Aiden would’ve fallen to the ground. Aiden kept up right, almost trembling with- with what? Fear? Expectation? The train of thought is immediately shut down as Aiden briskly walked out into the living room to hide his face. Had he caught him staring? Did he know he was thinking things? He wished he could turn off the telepathy. This was embarrassing enough without Charani being broadcasted his thought processes in real time. “So- Um- is there something you…wanted to see in particular with me?” he asked trying to distract the brunette. He didn’t want to talk about it. And he most certainly didn’t want to have to respond to any more flirting. Was it flirting? It was definitely flirting. Oh no-
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov kabedon and a mugging plz
"I just cam here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“That makes one of us.” He said as he started to boil the water and grabbed through drawers and blocks of wood to start chopping up ingredients. Soup doesn’t take a super long to time to make so it wouldn’t be very long before the redhead started to smell it cooking up.
“I think you are even if you don’t.” Was this his opinion? Yes. One that could not be so easily changed even by whatever magic was causing this shift in memory and reality, well to a point. His body still felt the same... looked pretty much the same. His heart still felt a similar way without knowing why.
He caught just a flash of the nightmare. If he had been paying full attention he’d have seen it all but he was busy making soup. He just saw someplace dark and with sounds that felt alien to him. Plus a flash of the two kissing and being very inappropriate. So that thing before probably was him having a little fantasy and nothing more.
“I’ll be done in ten minutes.” He shouted out towards where the boy was sitting with his thoughts. He could just send a message with telepathy but this was easier. Less prone to let his mind wander. He was asked a question as he reduced the heat and added some potato he had cut up.
“Hmmm... I don’t know. Anything will be fun if we are there together. Right?” He sounded pleased, happy even with this idea. Of course he could tease him more with the thought of something else. “His bedroom? Nah that’s to mean...”
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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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Aiden was eager to cling to any conversation topic that wasn’t him and Charani being involved. “You’re a diviner?” He didn’t know any- Wait! Wait, he had an uncle, but they never really spoke about it, or even interacted much. He had meant to stay in the kitchen to watch over Charani and make sure he didn’t poison or drug him, but honestly, he would welcome the relief. Too many embarrassing events and thoughts had passed within the last hour. His guest’s honesty doesn’t fluster him so much as make him feel…warm. An honest warmth. It felt nice, even if he wanted to be perceived by a total stranger as tough. He was tough. In the right circumstance. These had not been it. [break][break]
He’s more than grateful that charani is too distracted, or maybe being lenient when he doesn’t take the time to tease him any further. As the smell of food wafts out of the kitchen, Aiden got up to pull the blinds open and pop open a couple of windows. Light brightened up the wooden floors and bright rugs. He should probably start setting the table. The dining table wasn’t very big, but it worked well enough to cram family dinners and guests. He began removing stray projects and stacks off books, setting them off on a shelf to the side before picking up the small flower vase in the middle. “Got it.” He called back as he tossed the water and flowers out of a window letting the whole mess become mulch for the garden bellow. [break][break]
He stepped out focused on gathering fresh flowers from Rosario’s garden, tugging at their tether all the way. He wanted to know how far it lasted. Strong enough to move around his grandparent’s meager home at the very least. Charani is focused and he can sort of feel it. Weird. He clambered back up after picking a few pink carnations, cut messily at the stems. As he picked up the vase and moved back into the kitchen to fill it with water, Charani’s answer leaves him mushy. It’s mixing now, that embarrassment and that warmth. He doesn’t trust it; he shouldn’t trust it and yet…it felt almost normal. That said, aside from mentions of a commune, somewhat cult like hobbies, and a small sadistic streak the guy didn’t seem all that bad. As bad as any other person he met with on the street. [break][break]
Of course, in his deliberations on the brunette’s character, he felt himself jolt alert once again. Almost dropping the delicate vase, he turned around towards the boy snapping quickly, “Not on the first date!” Cheeks still ablaze despite how serious he tried to be and how scary he tried to glare. Realizing his blunder, the redhead went back to the vase dumping out some excess water and yanking a towel to dry the outside of it. “I mean- You don’t like crowds or something right?” he grumbled, eyes staring straight down at his hands as he picked up the vase and moved back to the living room to set the flowers. “There’s a greenhouse that isn’t usually crowded. It’s part of a bigger museum or something.” Not that he would know because he spent his time on more manly, productive things like. Like Stealing.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov kabedon and a mugging plz
"I just cam here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Yup. At least I think that’s what it’s called. We don’t really do much with training or learning back home. It’s more simple everyday spells.” He knew there were a few former coven members amongst the group as the ‘guard’ against wild beasts and other witches who meant them harm. The swamp was a dangerous place after all.
Unfortunately or maybe fortunately because of his bodies actual level and strength the tether of his telepathy was still fairly strong. At the very least several blocks if not more. He slowly finished cooking up the stew as the boy came back to set the table having gotten a nice new flower from the garden; it was pretty.
“So this is a date~.” Was this a date? Well it for sure seemed like one. Not exactly how a date should start but you know weirder things had happened to him. Or had it? He couldn’t be sure. Things in his brain were all muddled. He was having a hard time differentiating between their combined thoughts and the real memories trying to come to the surface.
“A garden? That sounds great. We should go.” He said excitedly as he turned the stove off and stirred the large pot with a serving ladle. He did really seem to like flowers and nature so it was a good pick from the boy. Nice going my dude. He came into the living area where Aiden was putting the vase. He had a big smile on his face as he tried to usher the other male into the next room.
[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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Aiden tilted his head a little surprised he wasn’t that trained. He would’ve thought divination would’ve come in handy when worshipping gods and the like. “Sounds boring.” He said and he pulled out the chairs for him and Charani to sit on. “You never wanted to train in it?” That’s why most people joined covens anyway, to improve their skills and sharpen their tools of the trade. It had been a bit like that for Aiden, though he had mostly followed along in the footsteps of those in his family when it had come down to coven choice. He’d trusted his aunts and Zephyr Hart so of course he’d begged to be recommended to their coven. [break][break]
The redhead paused, annoyed as Charani made his very obnoxious observation. His lips were pursed tightly together, holding back his answer before finally deflating. “I guess so.” Shopping, dinner, some very weird conversation? Sounded like any other first date. They were alone too, and they’d held hands...and he was going to take him to what some may or may not call a romantic spot. They’d thought of kissing too. Did it count as they when it was more so Charani imagining things like kissing and other intimacies to bother him? [break][break]
The ginger snapped out of his thoughts, perking up at the mention of food. “Let me find the bowls.” He said as he remembered Charani was still a guest and probably didn’t know where they were. Aiden moved quickly, noting the other boy’s excitement to share the finished product. It certainly smelled appetizing. Scooting past Charani, Aiden opened a cabinet and dug out a couple of bowls and snatched up a pair of spoons and some napkins, handing them over. “Why’d you want to go on a date anyway? They don’t do that where you’re from?”
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov kabedon and a mugging plz