Sooo Dean before and at the beginning of Valentineâs entrance into his lifeâŚ
I think I decided before that he was like an accountant or something? Not the job for him. Always thought he would go on to be a farmer again, just like his dad, but never had the real push to go back into it. Instead he went the wrong direction for him, with no friends, no family (his little brother cut contact) and no coworkers he liked⌠he wasnât a very nice guy in general, definitely a grown up bully⌠never really grew out of high school. Nobody really likes him, no one invites him out for drinks, and relationships (although heâs a handsome guy and can pretty much ask out anyone he wants) donât typically work out for a second or third date.
Maybe heâs out drunk one night, coming home from the bar alone, when he sees a flyer. Farmhand needed, it says, and gives a phone number plus an address. He grabs the flyer, takes it home a bit crumpled, and gives them a call right then and there. Valentine answers, all sugary and smooth, and after talking for a bit hypnotizes Dean through the phone, enticing him even more to spill his feelings to them and come visit them soon. They leave a little message in his head to come find them the next day.
He rolls up to their farm, an hour or two away, and basically has no clue what heâs doing or why heâs doing it, but canât bring himself to really think about it. Anytime he tries he just gets sucked even more into wanting to be there. Valentine opens the door happily, pulling him in instantly with those entrancing eyes and soft words of theirs, and he dumbly follows them inside. A little tea and some talk later, they find out pretty much everything they need to know about Dean :)
They let him leave that night, and the drive home he canât think of anything but their words⌠he goes home and goes right to bed, mind blank and empty except for the couple of mantras they taught him back at their place :3
A week of work goes by and heâs gone back into his regularly scheduled depression, eating shitty food, sleeping all of his free time, and insulting his coworkers. At night he dreams about Valentine and their farm, and gains the courage to go back. He shows up that upcoming weekend, uninvited, but they answer like they knew he was coming.
He falls under almost immediately, barely any tea and words shared. Heâs so eager to feel like he did the first time, and the rest of the memories from their first interview come rushing back as they guide him to kneel in front of them. They sit on the couch and play with his curls as they talk, and teach him just a few new mantras :] the same thing happens as he drives home, his mind completely blank save for their words and the bliss he feels in his belly :3
Heâs a bit late to work the next few days, and he gets chastised by his boss. He gets ready to argue, to say some smart remark, before Valentineâs sweet coos enter his mind and wash them away. He takes a deep breath, accepts his bossâ words with a sleepy smile, and gets back to work. He only gets irritated a few times, says a few mean things, before heâs even apologizing by the end of that week.
He gets weird looks, but heâs not so bothered by it⌠he canât stop thinking about Valentine. The memories are kinda fuzzy of their past two meetings, but he remembers enough to know thats where he wishes he was. He spends each night staying up late thinking about them, repeating the mantras he canât stop saying when he thinks about them. The words that make him feel all light and airy and put him to asleep so fastâŚ
And so he visits them again. He drives all the way down, and theyâre waiting for him in the kitchen, tea already made. He falls under instantly with the biggest smile, stupid and suggestible. They talk to him for a looooong time, and he listens to every word, repeating half of them back to Valentine. They convince him to stay the night, and he does so eagerly, sleeping at the foot of their bed, put to sleep by slow and sleepy entrancement. He wakes up the next morning to a feast of a breakfast, and doesnât make it home until work is already over. He may have almost gotten into an accident a few times, feeling all tired and off in his own head⌠spacing out⌠but thats okay because he didnât :3
And he gets to work the next day, and everyone is pissed because he didnât even call out! He apologizes slow and polite, nodding his head in sorry understanding. He slurs his words a little bit, and heâs not acting like Dean at all, but at least heâs not being a dick. Although, he shows up all undone. Thatâs not normal. His hair is washed but frizzy, his tieâs not done, his shirt wrinkled, his shoes sneakers. All the next three days he says hi to every coworker, asks about their kids, or their home lives, or simply how theyâre doing instead of actually working⌠when he does work he canât seem to focus, or makes loads of mistakes he never has before.
When his boss comes to confront him, private and worried, emphasizing his concern, Dean nods along, half asleep, with a dazed out gaze. He tries to make sense of all the words his boss is saying, some of them related to their recent projects, but they fly right over his head. Thats okay though, Valentine says heâs smart in his own way.
And as his bossâ talk flows to an end, Dean takes close to a minute to reply, before swiftly quitting then and there.
He leaves to Valentineâs with only the clothes on his back, driving the couple hours there in silence, only the hypnotic mantras to occupy his mind. Valentine is there waiting on the porch, tea in hand, awaiting his arrival. They hug and coo at him, pulling his mind out from under him so fast heâs fallen to his knees faster than he can comprehend.
After talking to him for a bit, solidifying what needs to be done, they take him out back and introduce him to the thralls. Heâs quickly taken aback, horrified, before they entrance him into it swiftly and calmly, and heâs back to docility. Theyâll slowly integrate the thralls into his life soon enough.
And they cook him the best dinner anyone could ever ask for, and heâs on the floor the whole time watching them work and admiring them from afar. They pet his head and ruffle his hair anytime they can, separating his thoughts and giving him a burst of pleasure :] they have him sleep in the same spot that night, introducing him to more mantras and more rules of the farm, erasing some memories and thoughts while theyâre at it. Once his brain has had too much they drift him off to sleep :3
He wakes up the next night with his car and other belongings gone as if they were never there at all. Heâs now in a short sleeve, plaid collared shirt and jeans, and Valentine leads him downstairs to more food and more hypnotism, that leaves him blissed out and dumb for the night (and maybe the rest of his stay). Valentine then feeds from him for the first time, bringing him to the couch and sitting him in their lap. Heâs practically addicted right away, begging to be fed from ever two minutes for about the next two hours until they find it becoming annoying.
Anyways ya. Iâm obsessed⌠Iâll probably talk more about early them another time but this is what Iâve got right now :]
