TW // drug mention, injury mention

🏃‍♂️ Chase Me - You have seen the wiry and odd British witch in Greywood, and you are fascinated. Perhaps it’s the accent, or the big shadowy dog that walks beside them, but you find yourself striking up a conversation with him one day at a coffeeshop or a bar. It’s... odd. The conversation goes all over and yet nowhere, all at once. But it’s enticing. And Val seems to be just as oddly enthused by you, intrigued... and so it’s a cat and mouse. Every so often you run into one another, and the jokes and little jibes begin again. Is it flirting or are you teasing? Is he interested or just enjoying watching you sweat? It’s maddening, but you find yourself craving it. Unbeknownst to you, he’s enjoying every little moment of it. After various run-ins, you’ve finally exchanged contact info, and you’re texted about a night out for drinks. Do you accept and end your little cat and mouse, or leave Val wanting?

🩸 Mark Me - You were sitting at a dive bar on one of Val’s first nights in Greywood. He had come in after a grueling day of unpacking and moving things around in an old home that wasn’t ready for him to live there yet. You both drink, and chat. You go back to his place, and you describe in detail the historical home and the old furniture left behind, whispering in his ear as you both get closer and closer. And you two are a giggling mess, a tangle of legs and sheets as things get rough, exciting... you’re holding him to the bed, and the shitty bed frame snaps. The both of you fall over and Val is cut on the splintered, broken wood. Suddenly your night of passion is cut short when an ambulance is called. Val is insistent that you go home, embarrassed. Maybe you try to stay, maybe you call it a night. You forget to get each other’s numbers... but Val gets stitches and now has an impressive scar on his forearm to mark the occasion. The next time you see him... do you strike up a conversation again? Or is it awkward between you, now that the liquor is gone and it’s daylight?

💭 Remember Me - You know that face from long ago, at least 8 years back. A trip to the UK. A stay with a coven out in Battersea, or even a fortuitously timed vacation. Val’s face was younger then, cherubic and vibrant with a rebellious streak. He was eager to show you around the beautiful town, to introduce you to family and locals during your stay. Val’s magic was hardly manifesting- inky shadows forming floating blobs, or his own shadow warping and dropping back to the earth. But Val didn’t care much about his magic- instead, your summer fling was on his mind. You both spent almost every day together, and (thankfully) Val’s mother said nothing rude, just offered an extra plate at supper. But vacations come to an end. Upon the last few days there, you heard Val speaking quietly to his mother about his magic. She urged him to work on it ‘before his vision was completely gone’. A few days later, you both said goodbye. And while you kept each others’ numbers, maybe you didn’t message back. Maybe you didn’t want to get held down to something long-distance... maybe you were both just too young and you wanted to explore your options. But now you’re both in Greywood, and it truly has been years. Val is now an author, and blind... and maybe he hasn’t recognized your voice or noticed you just yet.

✋ Assist Me - You are an independent person, someone who doesn’t take any crap... but you need cash. And Val’s assistant has been stealing money. He’s upset, having just fired one of the people he’s had to trust the most with his appointments, scheduling, phone calls, and even editing. But now they're alone and can’t get things done on their own. The publishers offered an assistant from their company but having someone from NY over phones isn’t the same as talking face to face. Enter you. Val trusts you... and despite being upset, and nervous for someone to abuse his trust again, he’s hopeful. Val’s offered you a bit of extra cash to organize appointments for them. You have the logins for their professional email and field calls. And... you’ve been doing pretty well. Val’s impressed, and has started asking you around more often to chat about his books, drink booze until late and smoke weed while brainstorming. Do you like him? Does he like you? Maybe! Or maybe you both just work amazingly as colleagues.

🏃  Chase Me - You have seen the wiry and odd Irish author in NYC, and you are fascinated. Perhaps it’s the brogue, or the air that they carry of seeming to know just a little too much, but you find yourself striking up a conversation with him one day at a coffeeshop or a bar. It’s... odd. The conversation goes all over and yet nowhere, all at once. But it’s enticing. And Val seems to be just as oddly enthused by you, intrigued... and so it’s a cat and mouse. Every so often you run into one another, and the jokes and little jibes begin again. Is it flirting or mocking? Is he interested or just enjoying hearing you sweat? It’s maddening, but you find yourself craving it. Unbeknownst to you, he’s enjoying every little moment of it. After various run-ins, you’ve finally exchanged contact info, and you’re texted about a night out for drinks. Do you accept and end your little cat and mouse, or leave Val wanting?

🩸  Mark Me - You were sitting at a dive bar on one of Val’s first nights in NYC. He had come in after a grueling day of unpacking and moving things around in a condo that wasn’t ready for him to live there yet. You both drink, and chat. You go back to their place, and you describe in detail the ins and outs of the rooms, some of the old furniture left behind, whispering in his ear as you both get closer and closer. And you two are a giggling mess, a tangle of legs and sheets as things get rough, exciting... you’re holding him to the bed, and the shitty bed frame snaps. The both of you fall over and Val is cut on the splintered, broken wood. Suddenly your night of passion is cut short when an ambulance is called. Val is insistent that you go home, embarrassed. Maybe you try to stay, maybe you call it a night. You forget to get each other’s numbers... but Val gets stitches and now has an impressive scar on his forearm to mark the occasion. The next time you see them... do you strike up a conversation again? Or is it awkward between you, now that the liquor is gone and it’s daylight?

💭  Remember Me - You know that face from long ago, at least 8 years back. You were visiting Boston University for work or for education. The pride of the journalism department, Val Dupont, had such a rounder and younger face then, cherubic and vibrant with a rebellious streak. He was eager to show you around the beautiful campus, to introduce you to his queer little found family and the various eateries and shops. They said nothing about the fact that his eyesight was dwindling- and you wouldn’t have been able to tell unless you looked for You both spent almost every day together, and (thankfully), his many roommates just offered an extra plate at supper and shut up about it. But trips come to an end. Upon the last few days there, you heard the journalist major speaking quietly with a friend and roommate about their waning vision. A few days later, you both said goodbye. And while you kept each others’ numbers, maybe you didn’t message back. Maybe you didn’t want to get held down to something long-distance... maybe you were both just too young and you wanted to explore your options. But now you’re both in NYC, and it truly has been years. Val is now an author, and blind... and maybe he hasn’t recognized your voice or noticed you just yet. ( Alan ) 

🤚  Assist Me - You are an independent person, someone who doesn’t take any crap... but you need cash. And Val’s assistant has been stealing money. He’s upset, having just fired one of the people he’s had to trust the most with his appointments, scheduling, phone calls, and even editing. But now he’s alone and can’t get things done on his own. The publishers offered an assistant but the last one was from them and Val is adamantly against it. Enter you. Val trusts you... and despite being upset, and nervous for someone to abuse his trust again, he’s hopeful. Val’s offered you a bit of extra cash to organize appointments for them. You have the logins for their professional email and field calls. And... you’ve been doing pretty well. Val’s impressed, and has started asking you around more often to chat about his books, drink booze until late and smoke weed while brainstorming. Do you like them? Do they like you? Maybe! Or maybe you both just work amazingly as colleagues.