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 cam here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
It was a very tempting offer. Just Lay in bed all day probably glued to the redheads side. He’d drift in and out of sleep, only leaving the warmth of the bed/arms to make food or use the bathroom. But he had already gotten ready, in ugly clothes but still, he had gotten ready.
“Tempting but we really should do something we can tell your grandparents we did today.” Charani was sure they would ask what they did today. He can’t exactly say ‘Not much just had sex with your grandson a few times today.’ They had to do something to cover that part up. Even if it was pretty obvious that’s what they had been doing last night at the very least. Aiden was very helpful at least in assisting the brunette in getting up.
He was nice enough to pull the boy up and even sort of hug/hold him at the end of it. It felt kind of nice. His legs still felt weird but he could stand. He could walk. He’d just look very weird doing so. Prying eyes giving the pair a side eye like an open secret had been let out no doubt.
“Nah I’m good. We should just walk slow. But otherwise I feel fine.” He didn’t, of course, let go of Aiden while saying this though. It wasn’t to steady himself but more of the gripping affection he had been showering Aiden with for the past day or so. He even went in for a small kiss since he was smooshed close to him.
“Okay lets go before I change my mind and we don’t leave this room.”
He tried to push the other boy out toward the bedroom door and soon out the front door. He could hear the rain beating down slowly as the approaches it. An umbrella would be a needed accessory. He could always have his familiar manipulate the water away from them but that sounded like a lot of effort he wasn’t willing to do.
[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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He eyed the other boy, slowly letting go of his grip but still hovering his hands to catch him if he stumbled. The witch let out a small huff, not exactly caring much if he did anything today. ‘Isn’t each other enough?’ he asked as he gave a very dramatic eye roll, only the lightest of blushes showing on his cheeks. OF course, he would never admit that to his grandparents. Especially not from last night. He didn’t want questions or looks or advice or ANYTHING. He already got enough of that from his aunties. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d slept the day away. He did it often enough after a fight, regardless of result of it. “Alright, alright…we’ll go see the tailor I help out at.” [break][break]
‘Lucky for you, I only do things that are within walking distance.’ Aiden replied smiling as Charani offered another peck. “Fiiiiiine.” The redhead sighed loudly, as his guest did his best to lead him out of his own room, the door shutting closed behind them. As he slipped on his sneakers, he checked the entrance for umbrellas. There were a couple missing, probably his grandparents or the occasional guest that had borrowed one. “Wanna share an umbrella?” he offered as he grabbed one that he thought would be the biggest. It would make it less noticeable that Charani was using him for support when he needed to. [break][break]
The downpour was steady, but not too crazy. It came without a lot of wind, just straight down sheets of water. The streets weren’t quite flooded, but he imagined if it kept on too long today soon water would pool everywhere. Oh well, another reason to avoid picking too much on what he put on when he left the house. Sometimes the weather tended to ruin everything. He popped the umbrella for cover and carefully stepped out before nodding over in a direction and beginning to lead. ‘Don’t get sick before you go home.’ He warned as he stuck close to the diviner, eyes moving form Charani and back to the street vigilant for stumble areas. Super vigilant. “The tailor’s name is Mrs. Abbotts. Her mom and Rosario were friends, so she sometimes gives me things to work on for extra cash under the table.” He neglected to mention that once he had been put on cashier and almost attacked a potential client. Nor that, really, the fondness here was towards his grandmother and not him. While his work was pretty solid, his attitude left much to be desired which was well and good anyway. It was way faster just to take what he needed from someone in the wealthier sections of the city.
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Heehee unless you wanna switch rolls we really need to wait ❤️.” He teased they other boy. I mean maybe they could try that later. Or not. It didn’t really matter to him. He had lots of fun both times anyway.
“Yes please. It’ll be much cuter with you instead of making Teddy manipulate the water away.” Charani didnt need to bother his familiar with a task like this. He was a big boy and he could allow the familiar some rest and relaxation at the very least. Since he was used quite often in daily life at home.
He maybe used Aiden a little more than he intended for support. On the plus side since they were already all over each other it was easy to hide his mild limping walk. Plus everything Aiden did was close so that was good, and the boy seemed to be wary about his pace with Charani. Such a good boy.
“That’s sweet that she’d do that. But I’m sure she appreciates your work too or she wouldn’t keep offering you stuff. Right?” He wondered what the place looked like. Would it be something small and modest? Or was it all fancy like he always imagined from Fairy Tales. A red cottage like building lined with silks and gold trim. Yeah nope. Not that.
“Are we close?”
He pushed his body as close as he could to Aiden. Wrapping his arms around the other boy as they walked. It looked a bit awkward to walk like this but the seer didn’t care. He would nuzzle his cheek into the other boys shoulder, letting out a content sigh as they walked.
”I’m definitely stealing one of your shirts for home by the way.” He wanted something to sleep in at home that smelled like Aiden. Or maybe something for... alone times that smelled of him. You know. He probably wouldn’t be able to get away again for a couple of weeks at least. That’s a long time. Sooooo long. Gross.
[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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His grip on the umbrella tightened and he visibly tensed as he tried to keep focus despite a flash of heat washing from his head all the way down to his feet. He tried very hard not to let his thoughts wander as he kicked away a crumpled can that skidded through water into the gutter on the street. ‘We can talk about that later.’ He relayed back quickly; a he focused all his energy on Not That. Thankfully, Charani made it easy for him allowing himself to be gently moved or tugged to avoid minor hazards or take certain turns. [break][break]
Luckily, with the weather today, not many had taken to the streets and it was mostly clear for them which was better considering the slower pace. There was a certain chill in the air today that touched his cheeks and nose and made him appreciate all the more the boy resting up against him. He hummed in acknowledgement at they crossed a street before he looked back at his crush?? Lover?? Boyfriend?!? He wasn’t sure what to call it, though he wasn’t in any rush to give it a name. Whatever it was, which frankly had to be more than simple infatuation considering the speed of if all. He’d never been with someone that quickly before. Then again, maybe he had never dated someone as bold as Charani before either. ‘Probably. I’m a more advanced weaver than local hobbyists.’ He’d delved deeper to research his affinity for other purposes, mostly influenced by his coven. Still, if he could think of a way to better use his magic to help accomplish Fane’s goals, so be it. ‘But the conversation are mainly about Gran.’ He added with a shrug. Not that he minded too much. He preferred not to talk about himself. [break][break]
‘Over there. That kind of light purple building with the yellow sign sticking out.’ He said nodding over at something about a block ahead of them. He tilted his head at the diviner before adding a soft, “Hey, don’t. My shoulder’s bony.” Not that Charani seemed to care. He didn’t seem to care if this was mildly inconvenient, probably knowing that Aiden would adjust to accommodate. He helped him up a couple of step as he let out a small huff. ‘Why mine? If you want some clothes they can make something for you here, express.’ He asked not quite getting the purpose of continuing to steal his clothes. He wasn’t particularly attached to many of the things in his wardrobe either, but maybe Charani would prefer the option of having something made to his specific liking instead. [break][break]
A little bell rang out as they entered, Aiden holding open the door as he shook out their umbrella while calling out for the owner. “Mrs. Abbot, I cam to check in for deliveries.” He explained ignoring the young man at the cashier. He looked over tiredly at the person at register before adding, "Can I get yer sample books. Might wanna commission something." Even if they didn't, wouldn't hurt to look.
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Yes Sir.” He hummed into the other boys kind, projecting the image of a salute for good measure. Gotta be extra as per usual. It was needed to keep the redhead on his toes. Sweet baby boi gonna turn into the koolaid man with how red he is.
“That’s good. You’ve got a talent for something and that’s what matters right? Right.” Charani was partially talking to himself for this part of then monologue. A soliloquy if nothing else. It was his own captive audience of one. His shoulder was semi boney but it didn’t bother him.
“Shh it’s fine. We look cuter this way.” He was about the aesthetic for the moment. Besides it was an excuse for more contact. More contact to rile up a cute boy. Of course he was already planning on jumping Aiden when they got back. Assuming of course the grandparents were not home still. That would be awkward. Hey here to violate your grandson again don’t mind me.
“But new clothes won’t smell like you.” He seemed so unbothered by his public displays of being thrust upon Aiden constantly. He didn’t think they’d be here long after all. It was nice to be out of the rain though.
[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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As they waited to be attended, he shrugged at Charani’s remarks. He didn’t quite see the appeal yet, but it was an easy enough request. He leaned the umbrella at the entrance to let it drip on a rubber mat and not the wooden floors of the shop. After a moment of mulling it over he replied, ‘Alright, a shirt. I’ll wear it tonight so you can get that extra scent of me before you go.’ Despite the light smirk, he couldn’t actually look Charani in the eyes as he thought that. Something about the request seemed incredibly personal the more they talked about it. [break][break]
The cashier regarded him for a moment, realizing he was speaking to him before turning around to grab a couple of binders of designs and fabrics they had in their inventory. While he busied himself at a job Aiden had gotten forcibly removed from once upon a time, and older woman with greying brown hair in a bun came out. “No greeting.” She observed as she came out with a wicker basket. Her words didn’t hold very obvious disdain, but more so routine exasperation that often came with dealing with the redhead. “I assume that means you’ve finished all your other projects?” Mrs. Abbot asked as she moved around her employee to set down her basket on the counter. Aiden carefully snaked his arm out of Charani’s grasp as he stuck his hand into his bag of holding and began dumping out a few shirts, a shirt, some slacks. [break][break]
He and the woman conversed quickly, swapping information about his grandparents and bartering between payment in more expensive weaving materials and money. Aiden seemed to be haggling for a couple extra spools of something pretty, holding his speed and efficiency for leverage. It seemed like a conversation they had often. The cashier didn’t pay them any mind, seemingly used to the borderline bickering between owner and part timer. “We offer a variety of work for any occasion.” He began as he opened up binder, flipping through materials and examples of previous designs. [break][break]
“I’ll give you half of what you want extra for the embroidery.” Mrs. Abbot said with an air of finality. She had her arms crossed over her puffed up chest. A line had been drawn in the sand, and as she towered over Aiden, who seemed to be doing a mental calculation in his head, he nodded. “Fine.” The teenager uttered with a huff as she set out lightly wrapped packages, with little notes on them. A few new orders for extra cash. Nothing rushed of course. Those usually came form Rosario who had an edge when it came to convincing Aiden to Do Things. He muttered something akin to a ‘thank you’ as he carefully packed away his work for the week before moving back to Charani, happy to wait now that business was over. “Anything interesting? My offer still stands.” He asked, glancing down at the binders. He piped up every so often to gloat about something he had made.
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Bold of you to assume you’ll be in any clothes tonight..” He flashed into the other boys head some... highlights shall we say of Kimmys Graphic Desifn prowess. Such art skill will obviously make him in awe. But naw you got me Kim. You know what he doing. You know.
A woman came around with a wicker basket talking to Aiden with a sense of annoyance and possibly distain. He could gut her for that look. Just slide the knife in between her ribs with a wet sound as it slid down her rib cage. Oops. Anyway back to the cutest little redhead. Such a good boy.
His arm was wiggled out of Charani grasp. Lord knows he didn’t enjoy not having the constant heat and contact with Aiden. But hey he could be glued to the boy 24/7 and he knew that.
While Aiden was haggling with the old bat the brunette was trapped by the new worker. How lovely. Trying to show designs and all kinds of stuff, he was polite and of course looked at everything spoken about to him. Faking an interest when the only interest he had right now was a few feet away from him.
Mercifully Aiden didn’t take very long before he came back boy. He wondered how much work the other boy had gotten. It didn’t take that long so it couldn’t have been a ton of stuff. Perhaps just enough to keep busy. But not to busy right? He had things to do. Or people to do. Person. “It’s okay. You really didn’t have to. Aiden. I accept payments in kisses only please and thank you.” He puffed up his cheeks at the though as Aiden went around showing the boy some of his work still in the shop. It was a nice way to kill some time. After all they had all day together essentially so why not just take it slow? Right.
[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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It was a miracle Aiden could keep any thoughts in his head the minute Charani egged him on and forced previews of their more intimate time spent together in his head. Twice, had his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head from what Charani chose to impose on their telepathic connection. Thankfully, talk of work and barter helped keep him grounded enough to try to forget the pushy diviner. After giving all the courtesy attention he could muster, Aiden quietly shook his head terminating whatever possible transaction may have been in the works. “Thank you for your time.” He uttered eyes moving to focus on his date?? Date. [break][break]
With the cashier turned around, Aiden put a hand on Charani’s shoulder to tilt him closer and offer a small kiss on the cheek before nodding over to the door. He ignored the blush that rose to his cheeks almost immediately. At this point the reaction was unavoidable. He’d never stop looking like a godsdamned tomato around Charani. “C’mon. It’s only going to get worse it seems.” He said noting the volume of the rain pelting the roof had gone up a bit. It was looking to be a stormy day, with no signs of stopping. That was quite alright for Aiden. It gave him an excuse to stay in. He’d wanted to stay curled up today. Not so much for the chill that clung to the air as he opened the door and got the umbrella ready, but just for the touch. Was that weird? He tended to enjoy his own space after all. Charani had persistently wormed his way into it though and now he was probably getting spoiled by it all. Especially when the brat left the next morning. [break][break]
Banish the thought, Aiden. That was a Tomorrow Aiden problem. He moved his focus to going home. With the wind picking up they’d probably have to dry off and change a bit. Maybe he could make some hot coca? There was pound cake at home, too right? Mmm…pound cake. As he let himself get comfortable and make sure they’d be dry, as dry as they could be under the worsening storm conditions, he allowed himself to tug at that weird mental link again. It felt like he was tapping the brunette on the shoulder. ‘So, I forgot, why did you come out to the city anyway? You mentioned it was unclean or whatever before.’ Or more accurately, that Aiden was the unclean one. Though, after the night they’d spent, and the really frantic morning, Aiden grew more and more resentful of the title. The only dirty one here was Charani.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov thinkin a lot about pound cake
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Hehe yes more kisses please and thank you.” He hummed as the redhead gave him a quick cheek kiss while he was somewhat talking to the shop keeping person. Or whatever. He didn’t really care. Like at all. He was a person that held no interest to the boy.
They would leave the shop fairly quickly. It was only then that Aiden would finally start to question anything. He’d been so wrapped around the little twinks finger that it isn’t surprising that he didn’t really question much. The redhead did at leats have a brain in that head of his or seems. Such a good boy.
“Oh right. Well honestly I had a vision of the city a few days ago. I wanted to see it. So I snuck out. I’m supposed to be doing something else right now hehehe.” He didn’t say what he was supposed to be doing but it didn’t matter. He had an alleged vision of something involving the city and that was what piqued his interest. It was something that pulled at him and he didn’t know why. Or did he? “Oh that? It’s just a rough translation. It can also mean outsider or otherness. It just refers to someone outside of the religion. That’s it. Hehe. Besides I think I’ve done pretty well in cleaning up all your... messes don’t you? Sweet.” He wasn’t taking about the boys personality. Though that was also true. He stuck his tongue out at the other boy and made sure to squeeze his arm as they once again braved the rain. Eew rain.
He didn’t really care about that right now. He would of course not mind eating some cake. Sweet was a treat after all. He’d never really had much that was that sweet given their food supply being rather plain. Or was it? They could always go back to his apartment for something. Wait what apartment? More kisses please and thanks. 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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Aiden would side eye the boy, not quite following along to his explanations. ‘This city or just…any city?’ he asked. Charani had never been to a city, as far as he’d been told anyway. That’s why he’d needed a guide and that’s why he’d clung to him so closely. Well that and...thinking Aiden was cute. That still seemed like a terrible decision on his part, even if he had benefitted from the outcome of it. He supposed the mental link had made the decision easy too, though, that itself was also pretty strange. But did he care? No. ‘What are you supposed to be doing? Should we take care of that first…?’ Aiden added, tilting his head at the diviner. [break][break]
‘Is this a commune only language?’ he asked before he immediately felt his face burn as Charani distracted him with other things. ‘I- I offered to help!’ Aiden protested as he let the boy in close while the wind pelted them with rain. His hair was starting to feel damp just from the wildness of it all, while his sneakers began to absorb the rising puddles on the sidewalks. Still, he took the lead moving quickly to get out of this. With the wind buffeting them every so often, the cold had a bit more bite to it than before. There were close to that place, weren’t they? Magic and memory seemed to meld together into an uncertainty that he followed without question, too distracted by the boy clinging to his side to question it. [break][break]
A particularly deep puddle soaked up to his ankle and he cursed under his breath. ‘My bad, didn’t think shit would be this terrible.’ He said, pausing to help Charani. The had to move quickly, but not too much or the boy would stumble. Something that would make him feel absolutely terrible.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov thinkin a lot about pound cake
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Nah. It’s just one of those old languages that old books are always written in.” He said as he thought about it. Nobody really spoke the language with any fluency. It was just words and a mixture into their native language. The language Aiden and himself were currently speaking. Maybe their leader spoke more of it? He wasn’t sure. He only knew a bit.
The rain was wet and annoying. He really wished they’d get to their destination quickly. Away from the gross wet outside and into the fun other wet activity they would eventually be doing. Well if he had his way which seemed likely. He was very good at leading Aiden along with his desires.
“Harvesting herbs for seasonings and stuff. I’ll just pick some common ones on the way back.” He would have to lie of course and probably say that there weren’t as many ready plants as usual. Given the recent attacks on the area by bandits it wasn’t to far fetched of an idea. He just needed to sell it. “Aww that’s so sweet but it is fine. Besides if I had my way we’d be glued at the hip for at least the next month. Maybe longer.” He would love to spend all his free time with Aiden. Maybe it was that innocent sweet love he was so familiar with in books? Or more likely a bit of cult mentality of excess mixing with his very real feelings built up over the past few years.
It wouldn’t take them long to reach a destination. Thanks to Aiden walking them it was much quicker than if he didn’t have anything to lean on. Supportive boys are the best. Aren’t they? He had really lucked out with this day... er days to be honest. It was a treat after all.
“Nope it was this city. I remember the wall and the tower.” The smell of the grass and the feel of the sun however were things he couldn’t experience in a simple vision. Things like the touch of Aidens hand and the smell of his skin. These were very much different from the vision he had. Things his brain couldn’t create or replicate half as well as reality.
[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 nodded along. ‘Oh, so just borrowed words then…’ At least he didn’t have to worry about Charani speaking at him in tongues all of a sudden. As his feet dragged them closer and closer to their destination, Aiden concentrated on keeping the umbrella from snapping upwards in the wind. He wouldn’t be able to make a full sprint anywhere with Charani. Not that they were faring too well anyway with all the water splashing on the ground and the wind. ‘You just had a vision about harvesting herbs?’ Aiden frowned offering a glance at the brunette before back at the street ahead. He wasn’t heading back to his grandparent’s place. At this point, he was dragging quickly, even if would take longer, somewhere else. Somewhere familiar. [break][break]
‘I know. You give off that impression…’ he said letting out a small snort. It had been, one of the first impressions of Charani. He had always been incredibly clingy and well at ease in offering affection through touch and closeness. Why would this be any different? Despite the awkwardness of it all, mainly himself, he found that touch comforting. Whether or not he admitted it was different, but even now it was fairly obvious he didn’t mind it. Liked it even. Anyone else would’ve already been shoved and abandoned in the storm. He helped the brunette up flights of stairs and towards a door. It’d open for them, and he wouldn’t question it. Magic would spark in the back of his mind, visions of many other times he and Charani had arrived together at this door. A time past, a dream, a nightmare but still together one in the same. [break][break]
He’d burst in with a tired sigh and carefully set the umbrella somewhere it’d make the least mess. “No one’s home, I’m pretty sure.” He would murmur absently as a story slowly coiled itself into place. This was temporary residence. Just a place that belonged to a friend who was out of town for a bit. Yeah, sure. “Sorry. I just…I thought it’d be better to stay here while the storm passes by. No lemon bars here unfortunately…” He’d been looking forward to that…and the poundcake. OH well. At least they could get warm.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov thinkin a lot about pound cake
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Oh no. That’s not what my vision was. That’s what I told them it was. Totally different.” He couldn’t exactly say hey mom and dad I had a vision of myself with a boy that is the vision equivalent of a sex dream. That’s not exactly something even his parents would react positively too.
The rain was still lightly hitting their clothes and bodies with the power of the wind, the umbrella was a big help though. Aiden was also a good wall from the wind. He wasn’t sure if the other male was doing this on purpose or it was just coincidence that he happened to be facing the direction of the wind.
“You seem kind of dense so it’s a good approach I think. Plus you’d be aggressive too if I was as dashing and handsome as you.” He had little scars and some rough edges that gave the image of someone worldly and rugged. Yet still he held a childlike innocence and softness to his aura that showed deep down he was a good soul. A kind soul.
It wouldn’t take them long to reach the apartment. It would take a bit more effort than normal to gracefully ascend the stairs with the help of a snake boy. Besides it was kind of fun that he was being pampered and taken care of a bit. He liked how attentive Aiden was being.
“Ah we are rainless. Now to change!” The boy would allow himself to be pulled away from Aiden as he traverses his apartment. Not that he knows this yet. The picture of them on the side table out of his line of sight. His clothes and belongings are all here though.
He walks into his bedroom and picks out some clothes unlike the cult attire he usually wore. They seemed to fit him perfectly though. Some cute black overalls and a sweatshirt that smelled of sunshine. Different from Aiden but familiar. Sad.
He would jump onto the queen sized bed and bury himself into a pillow. It smelled nice. He would remain here as Aiden did whatever he was doing. He hoped the other boy would join him here soon. In his bed. Lines blurring and memories fading. Where was he supposed to be going again? Home? He was already there though wasn’t he? He felt tired.
[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 couldn’t help but look over the diviner as he got the feeling that he was trying to avoid some aspect of his visions. He wasn’t incredibly suspicious as he trusted Charani, crazy right especially after like a day and a half of knowing him. Then again, if there was any danger left, Charani would’ve killed him by now. He’d had ample opportunity to. He’d been assured he wasn’t that kind of cultist though, but he didn’t really know the intricacies of his religion. He got a little quiet turning over the praise in his head. Would he be as aggressive of Charani one day? He’d never really thought about that too much. Though maybe it was also no one had ever struck that kind of chord with him before. He couldn’t disagree too much with the assessment though. Aiden knew very well he wasn’t good with subtleties. [break][break]
As soon as Charani detached himself from his side, Aiden was quick to strip down. He kicked off his sneakers and socks, tossing wet garments down and starting a pile. Next was everything else. His pouch of holding and clothes were removed, and he shivered from the exposure. Quietly, he picked up the load of laundry and dumped it somewhere more appropriate before stealing a towel and beginning to dry down. For the time being he busied himself with cravings, moving to a small kitchen and beginning to make a couple of mugs of hot chocolate while he tried to remember what he had left here. [break][break]
He’d left a lot of things here and as he absentmindedly prepped the cocoa, memories and visions tumbled to the front of his conscious. Good and bad. It made him flinch as he stumbled upon something particularly biting before he quickly shoved it back down into the depths of his mind. He didn’t want that right now. He didn’t want to be sad or guilty right now. No, he’d finish up what he was doing and quietly move into the same room as Charani, setting down the drinks near the bed. “Blankets.” The redhead would murmur turning away to grab a couple before coming right back and unfurling them onto Charani. He’d do himself the favor of grabbing a shirt that he recognized as having owned but lost a while ago before carefully taking a sip of his cocoa and moving under the covers. “I’m freezing. It wasn’t this cold yesterday…” he said softly as his cold hands crept over the other boy to pull himself closer.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov thinkin a lot about pound cake
"I just came here to the party for the drugs Not here to make a friend or fall in love"
“Mmm warm. You smell like chocolate” He hummed tiredly into the other boys mind. It was for sure the smell of the hot chocolate he was smelling coming into the room. The blanket being placed over him making him unfurl into the warmth..
The rain was audible from the window outside. It seemed to still be going pretty hard and wouldn’t let up for at least a few more hours. It was a calming sound though. Little pitter patter sounds gently filling the room.
After another minute or so he felt cold hands and warm arms envelop him. It felt nice. Warm and good. His body melted into Aidens as the other boy came into the blanket.
“Yes good. All the snuggles.”The boy would flip his body around in order to cuddle into Aiden further. To press their bodies as close as possibly and steal the other boys body heat. He kept his eyes closed but he at least tried to go in for a kiss. Kissing and cuddles please and thank you. His body felt tired.
After trying to go in for a few kisses he’d tangle his body into Aidens as much as humanly possible. “Mmm sleepy. Just a few minutes okay...” he paused, smiling as he did before snaking his hand down between the other boys legs, “then it’s snack time.” He of course planned to suck the other boy dry I’m more ways than one. It’s a good thing Aiden was young or his stamina would be completely gone and withered to a pulp. Lord help him at least for the moment though it would be some nice snuggling. And probably after as well. He seemed intent on staying in this bed with the boy.
Besides what better way to spend a day than with the boy you’ve known for years? Did they know each other for years? He couldn’t remember. The spell was slowly fading. Only a few more ticks of the clock. How could this all end for Alice in Wonderland? Tick tick tick tick.
