this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
Post by evanora galestorm on Jun 2, 2017 4:29:04 GMT
ashes to ashes.
At Evanora's silence, Rhea only smiles, her eyes devoid of any past warmth. Her words aim to sting, and she can't help but remember how years ago, she'd admit that she'd be scared to be pinned under such an expression. Had Evanora known that things would go this way, she would've left long ago to save herself from the grief.
"Fuck you." She says, the only response she can muster. She turns her from to Rhea, daring her to attack, and feels her daggers in the form of words. At this, Evanora knows that there's no going back. Rhea will never take that step, and Evanora would rather die than fall back into the hole that was her old life. She turns her head to look at Rhea, her blue eyes sharpening.
"You'll never get far, thinking like that, Rhea. You'll realize it eventually." She says, her words full of contempt. She's a fool for hoping that Rhea would understand, that she would agree and come with her back to the Jester's Den--but it's painfully obvious that it's not the case. They are destined to stay apart.
"Be careful, Rhea. Because I'm not going to pull you out of your messes anymore."
For a brief moment, the sudden edge appears again in Evanora, and if Rhea closes her eyes and brings up memories she's certain that they would be the same. But she doesn't want to go back. It's too late. Since the first day that she woke up to an empty piece of heavy cloth, she had told herself time and again she didn't need Evanora. Not her kindness nor her sharpness. It had all been worthless from that moment. Forgiveness was not a word she knew.
It was decided then. Evanora would not return to how she used to be because Rhea refused to accept that this one and the Eva she had known could possibly have stemmed from the same being. And Rhea would not return with Evanora or change with her because her spirit in some sense could not be mended nor remodeled. Or perhaps, it never had been designed in that way.
Perhaps she was the one mistaken all along, from the very start. She didn't know which she could accept easier, but intolerance at this point defined her approach.
"Ah, there's where you're mistaken. I don't need you."
And her tone still held the same unquestionable finality, because while she had never had the gall to deny that her existence was trash, she did, on multiple occasions, make it seem as though she owned the heap. "Why would I? Someone who can't fight, someone who can't struggle. What difference do you think you'd make to me?"
Oh, but she had, she had, a voice shouts. Evanora had made all the difference.
Past tense, past tense. If she could use past tense enough, time would do the rest of the work for her.
Her eyes relaxed from their prior ferocity, hands stretching to the ink blue night sky as though they could grasp the stars but returning empty as they always did. "Don't you have a game of monopoly in that animal shelter of yours you're missing?"
Post by evanora galestorm on Jun 29, 2017 9:52:54 GMT
ashes to ashes.
Has she lost her edge? Had truly grown dull under such idleness, her grit worn away? Rhea seems to believe so, and despite her denial all these years, Evanora can't say that she's wrong. At first, she'd joined Jester's Den reluctantly. She'd stayed for the shelter. The people were nice, and she found that she didn't hate to be there--and then one morning, when she woke up on couch to the smell of deep roasted coffee, she'd realized that she could never go back to what her life had been before.
Rhea could not bear to join her, nor could she change Evanora's will. An immovable object against an unstoppable force. Had she known that they'd ended up at this, she wouldn't have reached for Rhea's hand all those years ago. She shrugs away the memories of the past, and focuses on what's present.
"You're right. We wouldn't want a bitch too dumb to realize how bad she's got it, anyways." She spits, venom laced in her tone. With her back to Rhea, she turns one shoulder and casts one last glance, her expression mixed. She doesn't know how to feel towards Rhea herself. Forlorn? Anger? Sorrow, for what could've been?
She doesn't know.
But she's unwilling to stay and find out.
She sighs. "I have important matters to attend to--not that you'd ever understand." There's no more point in arguing; she can waste her time far better elsewhere. Her feet have already started moving on their own accord, quickly, away from bitter memories.
Burning on the dancefloor,to rise like a Phoenix
