“That wasn’t nature, I don’t know what that was…” Oliver said with a small chuckle, before scratching the back of his head. “Honestly, I don’t want to think about that, just think on the amount of dust that there’s there… It’s gross, I can’t think about that. And the fact that the girl was getting head there, out of all places, makes it even worse!”
‘ sex is quite natural, to the untrained eye it is taboo, but when you break it down it is apart of life. ’ he began with a serious tone before giving himself a reminder that this wasn’t a class debate, just a normal conversation. he chuckled at the enthusiasm in the others voice, ‘ it is quite gross. i’m glad we’ve come to that conclusion together. ’ he looked the stranger up and down before noticing that he didn’t introduce himself, ‘ how rude of me to lead on a conversation and not even offer a decent hello -- i’m grayson. ’
“Sometimes the quiet is a little too eerie for me, but Low’s a beautiful place, nonetheless,” he nodded his agreement, looking over his shoulder at the building. He loved Columbia with all of his heart - he was sad that his time at the school was coming to an end. He laughed at the question, nodding. He wasn’t that much of a recluse, but he knew that there were times that he lost track of time when he was painting. “Soleil. Nice to meet you, Grayson.” He was good with faces and names - he’d remember the other boy’s, now that he knew it.
‘ i’m positive you hear this all the time, but you have a very intricate name. is it -- french ? ’ he guessed with confidence, grayson was fluent in the language but was trying not to make it obvious. being a smart asshole was not a card he liked to use often. ‘ i assume you don’t just hang out on campus for fun -- ’ he started with a playful smile, ‘ correct me if i’m wrong, but you’re at least a junior here and, ’ he took a second to lean back and examine him with a smug expression, ‘ possibly some form of an english major ? ’ he wasn’t sure about his last statement and it was obvious in his voice, but even so he laughed it off.
“that might be considered a problem but i won’t judge you for it. if i did, i would only be throwing myself under the bus.” wren admitted with a smirk. “once they know your name, that’s when it’s gone too far. it’s too late.” she laughed, when it happened to her, wren knew it was all over. “you look familiar, too.” she agreed. she still couldn’t quite place it. “do you go to columbia, maybe? i definitely think i’ve seen you before.”
‘ have they ever spelt your name wrong ? it’s kind of a thing here that i’ve noticed. ’ gray was genuinely curious about the matter, since coming to this particular coffee shop his freshman year, his name was only right once. ‘ yeah, i just started my third year. lit major. what about you ? ’ the tone in his voice picked up with the mention of columbia, a topic he found comfortable.
“it is indeed.” wren wholeheartedly agreed. she could see the way he looked at her, like they knew each other from somewhere and she felt it too. he did look very familiar. “i think i’m here…every day.” she admitted with a laugh. “they have my order down by heart.”
‘ i’m here minimum once a day, i believe it could be a ... problem. ’ he struggled to admit his circumstances with a smile, as he saw it, coffee was a constant in his life not worth changing. ‘ maybe we’ve bumped into one another here ? you look oddly familiar. i’m not a man to usually forget faces. ’
“Yes, it’s one of the worst place for sexual relations, I have no idea why they would even consider doing it there…” Oliver said with a sigh, shaking his head at the thought. “Wait, really? It hasn’t been clean since 1982? That’s gross, ew.”
‘ when nature calls, it doesn’t wait for an answer. ’ he stifled a laugh, ‘ 1982 is a generous estimate, doesn’t look like that room gets much attention, aside from the rendezvous you walked in on -- occasionally the lowly art major will wander in there for supplies, sure, but when do you think was the last time it was cleaned ? ’
He looked up at the other man, giving him a little smile, gesturing to the space beside him. It was early enough that the steps weren’t crowded with people, but late enough that it wasn’t uncomfortably cool outside. “Same as everyone, I suppose… looking for stories in a crowd of them.” Did that make sense? Likely not in the way Soleil intended it to. “And you? Coming from the library?”
gray didn’t recognize the boy, but something about his presence was warm. his eyes traced the scenery, the amount of people who occupied the space around them was comfortable. ‘ the library is my vice of choice -- so much quiet, but you’re not alone. astounding what it can do to be in the presence of others. ’ his gaze feel back to him, ‘ do you go here? i don’t think we’ve met, ’ his voice was sure that they hadn’t, he would never forget a face. ‘ i’m grayson. ’
“I honestly can’t wait until I graduate so I don’t have to see some of you anymore. This being said because I walked in on some guy giving a girl head in the art supply room and she threw a fucking bag of clay at my head. I don’t even know how she picked that thing up.. those things weigh a ton.” Oliver told the other person, shaking his head as he remembered what had happened. “Why would they do it in the art supply room anyway? And I don’t know what I was doing there either, but still…”
‘ the art supply room is a terrible place for sexual relations, no ? ’ his faced wrinkled at the thought, ‘ loads of dust and paint everywhere, not to mention it hasn’t been cleaned since 1982. ’
❛ wait — did anybody else know they named a restaurant after thank god its friday ? ❜ it’s slightly earth shattering to preston — enough for him to stop in his tracks and beckon the attention of every stranger around him. it may be a helpful precursor to mention that he had been going around screaming tgif at the top of his lungs until someone gave him the directions to the nearest one down the street. ❛ i’m thinking of getting them to cater my rager tonight, cause it’s friday, you know ? thoughts ? ❜
‘ what a mind blowing conclusion that must have been for you. ’ his eyes trailed up from his book to meet the boy who graced his presence. ‘ well i haven’t heard that word in a while -- rager. what makes you think your party will qualify ? ’
“beep beep, richie” wren said as a way of excusing herself as she slipped through the crowd gathering by the counter. starbucks was a hot commodity any time of day and the morning was even worse. with a grin, she picked up her iced venti sugar free vanilla cold brew with a happy thanks to the barista and turned around to spot a familiar face. “hi! i see you are also here to bow down to the coffee devil. can’t live with it, can’t live without it.”
‘ the coffee devil is a necessary evil. ’ he grinned at the girl, she had a face he had surely seen before. maybe from campus ? he grabbed his hot black coffee from the counter, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. ‘ are you a regular or just passing through ? ’
‘ you will ALWAYS be fond of me. i represent to you all the sins you never had the COURAGE to commit. ’ bottle raised at twilight. mind full of mischief, body full of sin. words as quoted by the literature of the olden days. the woman could not be contained. ‘ o, TEACH me how i should forget to think. ’
‘ so we’re quoting the picture of dorian gray this early in the morning, are we ?·’·the piece of work came back to him in pictures, he could see the words on the page she was reciting.·‘ mr. wilde would love that his work lives on in such circumstances.·’
“It’s a beautiful day out today, isn’t it…?” Soleil could spend hours on end outside. He’d spent a good amount of his life in New York City, but Columbia’s few blocks of campus never felt quite like New York. That wasn’t a bad thing, of course. Sitting on the steps of the library was a perfect place to sketch, to listen to music, to just watch people, or to make conversation. Despite the fact that it was his final year, he still wanted to get to know everyone around him; in Soleil’s mind, everyone had their own stories to tell, and he was curious to hear all of them.
People were art, and he loved the thought of that.
the chilled new york morning was something grayson loved about this city. there were always people around him, unaware of the beauty that lied beneath the surface of everyday life. he trotted down the library steps like he was leaving home, noticing someone right in his path. ‘ a great day to be outside, ’ he offered a warm smile before taking a seat next to the boy, setting his books down beside him. ‘ what are you doing on the library steps ? ’
what's up guys and gals !! my name is val, i’m 20 years old, prefer she/her pronouns, and i’m in the gold ol’ est timezone. i’m so late to the party because i was working all night last night, but i’m here now and ready for some plots !! i haven’t been able to dive in and make a muse tag or stats page or anything fancy yet, but i have some very helpful bullet points if you’re interested. i would love to plot with as many of you as possible so please don’t be afraid to hmu !! also here’s this weird surf boi gif i found bc i’m really indecisive :~))
( harry styles, he/him ) did you hear how GRAYSON WILLIAMS is applying to columbia university as a LITERATURE major ?! the TWENTY-TWO year old is living in the WATT HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + MAGNETIC and +ASTUTE but honestly i think HE can be -VEXED and -DETACHED they’re a real AMORIST. oh well, only time will tell if the JUNIOR will make it til the end.
ok so we have lots to cover, lets start simple with some basic info. grayson williams is labeled the amorist, which is a label i was really drawn to while coming up with this character. here’s how i interpret it: he is someone who is infatuated with the idea of love, he knows it well. he understands it, and longs for it really. but the thing is he isn’t very good at dealing with his emotions.
he is in tune with literature, it’s pretty much his life. he aspires to be an author once he graduates. he is very perplexed by the perception of love in literature and how that effects people in day to day life. that's a big topic of conversation for him.
he is an intellectual for sure, definitely reserved to the untrained eye.
once you get to know him it’s like he won’t stop talking though, he loves to talk but really hates pointless conversations
+magnetic and + astute; he is alluring, he doesn’t say much but when he does, he gives you his full attention. his eyes have a way of pulling you in, like no one else could listen like he does. he always knows just how to respond, just the right thing to say to make the situation turn perfectly in the direction he wants.
- detached and - vexed; he can be so in tune with how love effects everyone around him, but for him it’s harder to comprehend. he can’t seem to turn on the magic switch to make him feel the way others feel. now don’t get me wrong, he can feel, but for the most part he stirs up his emotions with books and writing. that’s how he makes the feelings come up and then it’s almost like a high he gets to ride down. he also finds it entertaining to meddle with people, to get a rise. that is a different feeling for him, a bad one, but something he’s ok with because it’s better than the stagnate everyday mindset.
to put this simply he is a book junkie, who's too smart for his own good, and is fascinated with the idea of how others can see the world. coming to columbia was kind of his soul searching journey, to figure out why he is the way he is, and maybe fix it ??
ok cool, i think those are all the main points. i would really love to plot so if you want to please like this and i’ll message you !! or feel free to shoot me a message and we can brainstorm :~))
