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.
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Our kids would be cute at least though.” They were both at the very least not ugly young men. So together any child they would create would at least be normal looking if not better. You never know with the genetic lottery how kids will come out. He would like kids to have Aidens hair. It’s very pretty.
“Like the vehicles? You’re to skinny for that?” He didn’t get what Aiden was saying. Mostly because he didn’t know much about those kinds of games or roles. Aiden would be more DPS oriented probably though versus the tank. His wind magic was suited well for damage.
“Loving you and being willing to be seen with you in public are not the same thing.” He would probably be high key embarrassed if it was at some kind of formal event. If it wasn’t he’d probably give him the scrunch face death glare that moms usually gave to their kids when they were doing something bad.
“I kinda don’t want to get up so whatever’s in the thing now is what we get.” He clicked something and motioned something else to turn on the television. Mostly just because he didn’t want to leave the couch. It was some random crime movie he had fallen asleep trying to watch a few days ago. He had been very tired. He seemed pleased to be pulled in toward the other boy. Yes hugs please. He was easy to move and seemed to go with whatever Aiden wanted in regards to physical contact. Then again he never really shied away from affection from Aiden all that much.
[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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“You think?” Aiden asked tilting his head and grimacing a bit. The mere thought of thinking of children seemed to make him a bit queasy. Though he supposed he could see it. Charani was cute, and his family was pretty. He liked how his hair fell over his eyes when it got too long. And if Aiden were to believe half the praise that Charani doted on him, then that meant he was ok looking. He got some of his mom’s charm at least. He was thankful for her eyes anyway. He’d considered dying his hair black or brown after seeing paintings of his father. So intensely red, instead of burnt orange or copper. It stuck out too often. It felt like the Emerson’s branding at this point. [break][break]
He shook his head and uttered a simple, “Nevermind.” Not bothered enough to explain class mechanics to the diviner. It didn’t matter that much anyway. He rolled his eyes at the blonde. “I think most people are still surprised to see you with me in public.” Most being, the richer families Aiden happily avoided whenever possible. Except parties but even then, he moved heaven and earth to be absent which was a terrible look for the Emerson heir. [break][break]
Aiden glanced over at the tv before settling himself in a familiar groove in the couch. He sighed quietly, nuzzling his head into the boy’s shoulder and sitting in the feeling for a bit. It’d been months since he had been able to do this. If holding hands soothed him, this knocked him right out. “Gruff murder mystery it is.” He wasn’t sure if that’s what was happening, but he doubted either one really cared that much about it. After a bit the redhead gingerly pulled on the boy once more allowing him to shit in his lap and sleep if he wanted to. It was barely noon, but you know. It’d been a rough weekend for the both of them. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable"
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov he wanted cake...but not like this 8(
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Yes indeed.” The topic dried up rather quickly as there wasn’t really more to say on the topic. They were both attractive enough so they had a high chance of having cute kids. Done deal bro.
“Oh like their job? Those games always take so long so I never really wanted to play them.” He would much rather play a simple card game or quick board game. Not Witchopoly though as that took decades to finish. He has never finished a game to his knowledge. People always give up way before the end.
“I think they’re mostly just surprised you showed up. You have a reputation of not going to parties unless dragged.” He giggled a bit at the thought of Aiden being literally dragged by his grandmother. Clawing and grabbing onto anything in sight like a cat going to the vet. It was darkly hilarious to imagine.
“Or like most of the kids I grew up with they are just bitter that we have fun and they don’t.” He allowed himself to be essentially pulled into the other boys lap. It was nice. He felt warm and tired while simultaneously feeling an aura of safety. He would shift in body to get comfortable, trying not to sit on the bony parts of Aidens body. It still wasn’t what he wanted. It was like trying to get comfortable but your body was still restless. Annoying. He shifted a handful more times before he pouted.
He turned his body around so the two were facing each other and attempted to sit fully in Aidens lap. He demanded full body cuddles and that was it. He would try to do this and essentially curl his body up into Aidens like a child clinging to their mother with his head on the other boys chest. Yes this is much better. Who cares that he can’t see the movie.
[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 let out a small laugh. “Yeah jobs. It’s ok, its not everyone cup of tea.” It would’ve been nice to play an rpg with Charani, but it was more than enough to just spend time with him. He’d become part of his routine in the way that he had become an essential part of it at this point. Disrupting his visits and sleepovers and chats with him had felt wrong and uncomfortable. This felt right. Aiden nodded, “She does drag me with her. Her and her 20 maids that throw me into carriages or through elluvians.” In that home he had no power over the staff. Not when Marjorie was around. Practically all the staff seemed to avoid him, afraid of his aggressive outburst he’d display during formals. The only person that really reached out to him every few hours was the estate’s butler and even then, he assumed that was his grandfather’s doing. [break][break]
The grandfather he rarely saw and rarely saw him. Every dinner together wasn’t a real meeting when the man only stared at him through glazed eyes. He deferred to Marjorie anyway, so it didn’t really matter what he had to say. “They’re rich. What’s the point of having money if you can’t go on a wild bender every weekend?” he asked rolling his eyes. Rich kids not having fun? Hadn’t there been a few at the club they’d visited during Shatterglass? Not that he remembered a lot about Shatterglass after ingesting a few beverages he maybe shouldn’t have. “I’d invite them if they were less dicks about it.” He added with a shrug. It had been clear from the start that he wouldn’t get along with them and he’d made the jump very quickly that he didn’t plan on pulling punches with them. Literally. A little nosebleed and suddenly Marjorie is sending gestures of apology and grounding him. Whatever. All the magic in the world couldn’t cure cowardice. [break][break]
Aiden let Charani do his thing, vaguely paying attention to the screen. When your best friend was shuffling around on your legs it was hard to focus on what’s beyond that, especially when he blocked the view a few times. When the blonde settled, he waited a few moments before wrapping his arms around the boy and resting them on the diviner’s waist. “This makes it way easier to carry you.” He said, lazily looking down at the boy.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov he wanted cake...but not like this 8(
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“You wouldn’t come if she didn’t.” This was probably true. Besides Charani and his family the red headed knight was not close to any of the other affluent families in the city. A few he probably knew from the knights hall but they weren’t friends. Weren’t close. He didn’t grow up with them and frankly should be glad he didn’t.
“Money can’t buy everything. Most of the kids I grew up with are miserable and go wild on the weekend because of it. Mostly if they are the heir apparent. There are some perks to being a middle child hehe.” He had much more freedom than his eldest sister as she was the heir apparent to their vast fortune. He just had to pretty much keep his nose clean and he had pretty much total freedom. It was nice.
“They’re dicks about everything. You get used to the snobby attitude.” He smirked into the other boys chest, giving a good nuzzle as he kept his face hidden. Eyes not open anymore either. It was way too for that.
“Mmmm good.” He hummed lazily into the other boys chest. He made an approving sigh when Aiden wrapped his arms around him at the hips. This pleased him. Team no snip snip was quickly improving their chances at victory. He was very relaxed, his whole body breathing a big sigh of relief at the redheads warmth. He could stay like this forever and be totally content. He shouldn’t fall asleep though. Awake time with Aiden was very valuable. Not that sleep time with him wasn’t. So warm.
[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’d come if you asked.” Aiden countered lightly. That was really the only incentive for him to go somewhere he didn’t want to. Whether it was a boring formal or he was just too lazy or the majority of the time, too tired. Most things he could get away with but more public gatherings within the city the up and coming heir had to make his appearance. You know, for press. Just like how he’d noticed the almost instant press release when he’d ranked up to an adept in his coven beating out certain other family heirs. The Emerson’s were quick to arrange media snipes at people they didn’t like. [break][break]
“Then what’s the point of all of it?” Aiden grumbled. Most of his money went directly to his real grandparents. He himself spent very little, idly buying junk food and the occasional Really Cool Jacket. “Maybe I’ll let one of my cousin’s beat me in a match and drop heir if I don’t get murdered by my own dad or his mom. Being heir….sucks.” There were very few perks to it. Then again, he now had to consider his friendship with the diviner resting on top of him as a perk of it all. If he hadn’t known his father as a rich knight, he never would’ve joined the coven at all. He grimaced a little. “How long does it take to get used to them?” he asked sarcastically. [break][break]
Charani’s words were low and muffled. It almost felt like a really big cat purring on his chest. This was the reason he’d bought himself a weighted blanket for his room. It was almost the same feeling, but better. He swallowed, embarrassed for a moment unsure of when and how he’d become so close with his best friend. You know, after the whole weekend hook up ting. Before that even. He was kind of lucky in that way. “Do you want to go to bed? S’not like you’re paying attention to the movie.” He teased.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov the sneepy sheepies (
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“I don’t usually ask you because I know you don’t like going.” Charani knew that Aiden didn’t like a lot of the people who frequented the parties. A lot of stuffy and uppity people he only tolerated because of his family. Aiden didn’t grow up with that weight and pressure on him. It’s why he was the one to punch that kid in the nose. Rightfully deserved but still. The rich way was passive aggressiveness not outright aggression.
“Some are raging narcissists and others simply don't know any different.” He had little experience with those less fortunate until he became part of the knights. Even more exposure after befriending Aiden. Someone who didn’t grow up in the lavish wealth he and those he knew just had from birth.
“You’d have to throw it pretty hard. You’re way to strong otherwise.” He was probably the strongest youth in his family. It honestly wouldn’t be hard for him to fight his cousins and win. Charani assumed at least given he’d never met them. This was based solely on his knowledge of Aiden and the rude comments he’d gleaned from his uptight shrew of a grandmother.
“Last month I started to be able to tolerate them so... twentyish years? Yup.” He really seemed to be clinging to Aiden. His warmth was better than any heater. His smell better than most cologne he owned. All two bottles of it. He wasn’t one for cologne or perfume to be frank. “That depends. Will there be cuddles there?” He was not a fan of cuddles sleepy time. Sure he’d gone the majority of his life without it but now that’d he’d tasted it he didn’t want to go without. An addicting feeling where Aiden was the cure. A warm boy to spend hours in bed with. Perfect. MADE BY SUNBUNS
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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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Charani had always been a little bit more tolerable than more rich kids. Though, he supposed his eccentricity was less of arrogance and more over-friendliness. A lack of understanding of personal space that came from just doing what you wanted to right? Whatever the case, he’d managed to smooth over most of Aiden’s irritation at being bothered or touched. “Rich people take up so much of my energy. Hopefully I’ll get used to it one day.” He said with a low laugh. Unfortunately for him, he was related to that kind of people. Arrogant, idiotic. Some of them anyway. He shrugged into the couch as he considered losing. He wouldn’t be rich anymore, but he’d be way less stressed about it too. Then again, Layla was so entitled about it he liked being able to rub his title in her face. Especially when half the family knew he wasn’t really that into it to begin with. [break][break]
“I wonder if I’ll still be rich in 20 years.” He was sure even after he lived, Marjorie would do something to strip him of his power, and his assets. After all, until she died, she ran the show. He doubted she would croak anytime soon. He looked over his friend currently curled up all too comfortably on top of him. A few months ago, this would’ve been simply a dream he would wait to turn into a tiring nightmare. Now it was just real, but with less pressure and panicked yelling. “As many cuddles as you want.” The witch promised with a lazy grin as he lightly ruffled Charani’s hair before moving his hand back into position. ”C’mon-” he grunted as he stood up with the diviner in his arms. [break][break]
“Breakfast is hitting.” Aiden, said as he sat down back on the bed and let out a yawn before falling back on his back. The air squeezed out of him in a small wheeze but with a couple of shifts he found himself more comfortable, and still able to hold on. He closed his eyes briefly, soaking in the moment so he could tuck it away in his mind for later. He’d blown off his own schedule for a couple of days now. He kind of felt he’d missed something. A class…maybe an appointment? A training session? Whatever the case, he’d be making up for lost time this week. “I think I’m not going to see you for a few days.” He mumbled before trailing off into another yawn. One of his hands lazily trailed back up to Charani’s head as he silently wove a couple of fingers into his hair.
[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov the sneepy sheepies
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"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Mmnmm.” Charani was well past the ability to form compete sentences and carry any kind of well meaning conversation. He went to speak on that woman and other topics he only sort of listens too. He was enveloped in warmth and the scent of cinnamon so he didn’t really pay much mind to his surroundings.
“You’ll be fine.” He was partially the reason for that of course. His close relationship with Aiden made him useful to the old woman. That was a way into another powerful family and an industry their family didn’t have a strong foothold in. Of course it would be better if Aiden was with the heir of the family and not the third born but still it was better than nothing.
“This pleases me. Onward to nap time.” He was then, probably easily to be honest, picked up by the red haired witch and moved to the bedroom which was not far away. Welp it was time for cuddles. It took a minute or movement and adjusting before they were in a more comfortable position. Aiden closed his eyes for just a moment. Just a moment. When they opened Charani was on top of him, alert and smirking.
“Now was that so hard?” He said pinning the young man down at the waist. If he looked to either side of himself or tried to move he’d see his hands chained into the wall... or some kind of portal where the wall would be. He was dreaming. “Such a good boy.” He moves down to kiss at Aiden, no hint of the precious malicious intent present in many of his nightmares. He’d bite down on the boys neck, hard and slowly. This would wake Aiden up. Just a little day dream.
The real Charani was cuddled up to his side at this point. He had slid off the witch and curled up into his left side... their legs intertwined as his eyes remained closed. “Gonna... miss you.” Was the gist of what he mumbled as he was pretty much asleep at this point. He would grip hard if Aiden tried to untangle them. Can’t let him go. MADE BY SUNBUNS
[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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There was something to be said, possibly explored, on how even on his best of days his doubts and fears came creeping back in latching onto his subconscious. It rose to the surface deadly silent, and then poised itself to strike effortlessly. The dream is so short lived, but so lucid at the same time. Only a moment ago had he felt Charani moving around him to pick a more comfortable sleeping position. It's obvious he's dreaming when he opened his eyes again and Charani is on him, staring him down. An all too familiar hunger chills him to the core. The bright green eyes reflected his own fear as thr diviner pinned him down. It's happening again. All the redhead can do is struggle. When the nightmare spoke, however, the words are missing that familiar bite to them. [Break][break]
Aiden is taken by surprise, frowning as he looked again and thought of reevaluating. There was that same hunger, sure, but it wasn't tainted by a grudge. Less of a throat ripping and more of a love bite. "No...?" He mumbled before he felt blood flush to this face leaving him lightheaded. He gasped softly as he woke up. His heart lept in his chest painfully as wide eyes stared through the darkness. He would've gotten up but a weight kept him at bay as his rattled brain tried to figure out if he was still dreaming. He breathed hard through his nose a few times, cafefully looking over at the blonde curled up at his side. Just a dream. Just a nightmare again. [Break][break]
There's that urge to run again tugging at the back of his mind. The impulse is there, irrationally calling for an escape. There's no need for one though. Charani was asleep and no matter how hard he ran. The Charani in his dreams wouldn't just go away. If that had been the solution he would've trained far harder at cardio the minute he started dreaming of the boy. He came down easily, his flushing face cooling off along with his thoughts. The words 'good boy' rang in his ears and he felt torn about it. The diviner pulled him from his thoughts and he turned to look at him, grounding himself in the moment. "I'll be back." The redhead assured quietly. He carefully put an arm over the boy not wanting to disturb the blonde. He stayed awake for a couple of minutes, reconciling his reality with that of his nightmares. This was real. Charani was asleep. He didn't hate him. He tucked back a few blonde strands tbat had fallen on his face before sighing quietly as his eyelids began to feel heavier and heavier. He was a little less afraid to fall asleep right now. He had agreed to let Charani come with him to see his father. That was more chilling than a visit from his nightmares. He supposed not everything good that happened to him could come without a catch. Slowly, his hand went limp and his breathing slowed as he lost consciousness again, holding his best friend.
[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov the sneepy sheepies
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Promise?” Charani mumbled as he sleepily got as close as he could to the other boy. Promise that you won’t leave. You gotta promise or it isn’t good enough. Sleep had already taken the other boy so he wouldn’t remember any part of this conversation.
I keep closing my eyes but I can’t block you out. All the things she said, running through my head. This is not enough. Charani seemed pleased with his hair being played with. He even partially turned into the hand like a cat being gently stroked when it so chooses.
Or was that part of the dream? He couldn’t know. Couldn’t tell. Reality and dream space tended to occupy a simile space in his memory. Hard to tell the difference during and in the moment. Even harder after everything was said and done. What was reality? He didn’t know. They’d sleep for a little while and everything was fine for the moment. Just a simple moment that could last forever. Can’t let him go,
Never again. There is an image of Aiden and a man who looked a bit similar to him standing face to face. Aiden coughed and blood drips down his chin towards his throat. A pair of shears peak out of his abdomen with the other persons a hand on the handle. A dark feeling wells up inside his chest.
The sound of water, flowing through the air. Water against the sand of the beach. A sound similar to that. Blood covers the grass, splattered by something unseen. The dark feeling calls for blood.
Charani stirs a bit in his sleep but doesn’t awaken. He simply squeezes tightly onto Aiden and relaxes after about thirty or so seconds, sleep soundly little ones. The real fight is yet to come. But that is for another day. Another thread in their linked fates.