V A L - P O T E N T I A L C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S
Below the cut are multiple potential connections & plots for a character to potentially take up with VAL DUPONT. Please be aware of any trigger warnings before proceeding, and message me if interested!
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.
💨 Breathe Me - You knew from the start that Val would be a good-time friend. While he’s been in Greywood, he’s tried to get himself out there, and you like his mellow but eccentric personality. They're a smoker, a drinker, and you love a relaxing time. And so you’ve become relaxation buddies. Sometimes you come by when he’s writing, and you both sit in the big living room on the sofa, laid back and smoking pot. They'll order pizza or Chinese food, or both, and you sometimes sit in silence, or they'll play with your hair as they talk casually into their phone, letting it jot down every detail for their next chapter. Sometimes you both fall asleep against each other, curled up on the big sofa or in his bed near the big, rounded window. You haven’t really done anything yet maybe, but you could say the two of you are close friends. Sometimes you just sit there, breathe in each others smoke and chuckle, making dumb jokes back and forth to each other.
