Oh, Another Song

One shot is never enough. I just wait for us to go in circles. A lifetime of giving my all for you. Hostile, give me a break. Don't say it's in the bottle of air. mn

[casshoward]

♪ ♫  Just another time we’re caught inside         Every open eye        Holding on tightly to the sides        Never quite learning why        You’ll meet me, you’ll meet me        You’ll meet me halfway  ♪ ♫

[irritationknot]

[fane-oh2]

alanafcster·:

     “why are you apologizing, you goof?” alana huffed a laugh, once again reaching out to slightly nudge him with her elbow. “there’s nothing to be sorry for. you don’t have to apologize to me. i think… i think it’s sweet.” and she was being honest. maybe it was off-putting to others, but to alana, whose experiences in the past had been rough ( to put it nicely ), it was sweet. endearing. safe. she could relax, without the intimacy feeling as though it was putting her at risk. she was grateful for it. 

when he leaned in to kiss her again, alana gently returned the favour. her actions were still nervous, cautious; it would likely take a while for her to fully relax. but it was nice, nonetheless. it didn’t scare her, or make her want to run away. that was enough. at his compliments, she felt her face heat up and she turned away to look up at the sky once more. “oh,” she sighed, doing her best to hide her embarrassment. he really was sweet, the word that alana kept coming back to, to describe him. 

“not sappy. well, you are being sappy. but i’m pretty used to it,” she informed him, finally turning her shy gaze back towards him. reaching up, she tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned into him. “i… i like you too, pianoman,” she hummed, folding her hands in her lap.

"I dunno," Fane admitted, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I guess I feel like a loser, kinda, cause I can't even kiss a woman without somehow messing it up." Fane hesitated a moment before reaching out to twine his fingers with Alana's and squeezed it gently. He didn't know that much about Alana's past, had never wanted to push her to tell him. He wouldn't ever pressure her to talk, prepared to only ever be silent support if she ever needed him.

Fane smiled, putting his arms around her slim frame. "I know I'm sappy," he admitted softly, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. "I promise I won't write too many songs about you. Only a couple, just a reasonable amount for a woman that's well-liked by a fella that thinks he's a lyricist sometimes."

Hearing that Alana felt similarly about him made Fane smile even wider. He's not sure what he did to deserve the attention of such an amazing woman, but whatever that was, he was glad he did it. "Piano man, huh?" he echoed, voice soft as he brushed his fingers through her hair. "It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man sittin' next to me, makin' love to his tonic and gin." Fane sang softly, trying not to ruin the moment but unable to truly stop himself from singing the song.

[fane-oh2]

trcublecalls·:

silas decided to stop in to the diner that was closest to the shop to grab a quick bite before getting back to the shop. it was a rather slow day so it didn’t matter if he was going to take forever or not, the other employees were there chowing down on sushi and playing video games in the front lobby. he’d probably join them when he got back. 

walking inside, he noticed how packed it was starting to get and how the tables and people were being doubled up if there wasn’t too many sitting at one table. he waved to the waitress who usually take his orders and moved to go sit at a table with a male who seemed to grab the best of the best when it came to the food on the menu. “thanks, man. i appreciate it,” he was grateful and sat down diagonal from him. after the waitress brought over his normal drink of a root beer with some vanilla cream in it, he nodded when she asked if he wanted his usual. silas turned back to the male and said, “since i’m intruding on your meal, i guess it’d be best to introduce myself. i’m silas,” he spoke friendly to the other. 

"Nice to meet ya, Silas," Fane said after swallowing the bite. "I'm Fane, and I'd shake your hand, but I'm fairly certain I'm syrup-sticky." He made a pinching gesture with his fingers to demonstrate that his skin was slow to separate. Fane made no move to fix the situation, knowing that he'd only end up sticky again after a few bites.

"You want something to eat?" Fane asked, gesturing at the spread. "I've got plenty, and I mighta already been planning my next order. There's more than enough to go around." He paused, a bite of pancakes halfway to his mouth. "But the pancakes are mine. Maybe I'll share if you ask nicely."

[fane-oh2]

bennigxns·:

"Have you tried what the other buttons do?” A question that slipped past his lips as his eyes roamed over the system. It was curious to him how these things worked and also thought about his friend would not believe him about actually thinking this was good. Better than but he would cross that bridge at some other point. He smiled as his eyes once again reached his friend’s and let out a soft sigh. “Not to make this an obviously dumb question but why not try adding the acoustic in there? Maybe that’s the little push it needs, though it doesn’t mean this is crap on it’s own you know.”

Xander gave him a look to say yes it was that special. “Have I ever lied to you? Fane, come on. Trust me. The fact these are scribbles are tale signs of a good composer and lyricist. I can’t tell you how much do songs resonate with people when it comes from an actual place and not just out of thin air. People can relate to being homesick.” Xander related but not quite. He loved his home back in CA but he didn’t miss it as much since he did spend an equal amount of time there that he did in Denver. “What’s your favorite part of Brooklyn, if you had to choose an actual place.”

"I try not to experiment too much," Fane explained, gesturing at the buttons. "I know some of these... control the lights, and I'm definitely not supposed to be here this late, playing with the equipment. I'm trying not to get caught here, pal." He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking. "I need an Irish flute, I think... That sort of tonal quality." Fane pulled out his phone, googling a video with the flute and passing it to Xander to have a listen. "That is what it's missing."

Cheeks pink, Fane shrugged. "I dunno, I ain't the best at telling when people've lied to me or... not," he admitted. "Just cause people can relate to being homesick, don't mean that this is... good. I'm telling ya, it's a rough draft." He smiled softly and glanced at Xander. "Is it cheating if I say it's my house? I live in Bay Ridge, and it's always been my favourite place to be. Barring that, Brighton Beach, probably, the beach, not the neighbourhood. It's walking distance from Luna Park, but not usually as busy as the Coney Island Beach."

[fane-oh2]

Task 001 - Inside The Muse’s World

Dwelling   In Denver, Fane lives with his sister, Sutton, in a small townhouse. Fane hasn’t put his personality into the house or his bedroom. His heart is still in Brooklyn and he hasn’t embraced Denver as his home yet. Sutton has urged him to add his personality to his room at the very least, and someday, he might hang pictures of his time in Brooklyn. View pictures of Fane and Sutton’s house here: https://fane-oh.tumblr.com/residence 

Hobbies   Fane’s primary hobby is, and likely always will be, music. He plays, writes, and otherwise thinks of music almost always. One thing that Fane brought from Brooklyn is the family piano (see below for more details), and he plays at least once a day. He doesn’t have the greatest sleeping patterns and knows that he sometimes disturbs the neighbours playing late into the evening.

Pets   Fane does not have any pets, nor has he ever. He always wanted a dog when he was a kid, even a cat would have been alright. But animals do not like Fane. He loves them, and wants them to love him, but they don’t. Cats think he’s a scratching post and dogs tend to avoid him.

Favourite Possession   Fane’s favourite possession is his piano. It belonged to his mother before him, and it’s one of the few things from his house in Brooklyn that Fane absolutely had to bring with him to Denver. It’s a Cunningham Piano, and it’s worn and well-loved. Fane learned how to play piano on this piano and he’d never live anywhere without having it close at hand. Photo of the piano viewable here: https://h9u4f7q4.rocketcdn.me/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/cunningham.jpg 

Desires   Fane’s only desire is to see the people he cares about happy and healthy. He’s been told he needs to take better care of himself, but he considers himself to be his second priority. His first priority is Sutton. Altruism is supposed to be a positive trait, but Fane often takes it too far. He would sacrifice his own well-being in a heartbeat if it would help Sutton.

[fane-oh2]

soundguygaming·:

Jack was so focused in the creative space that he didn’t notice Fane walk up until he spoke. “You startled me mate. You could be the epitome of quiet as a mouse.“ He laughed and looked over to him again with a smile. "Thank you. I don’t know yet. I was thinking about setting it to some of the classic party anthems, like Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Cher, and some others. What do you think? Which colour set could you see going with one of them?”

Fane smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, pal," he said, apologising for startling the man. Fane hadn't meant to. "I ain't that quiet, though. Just thinking you were maybe focused on your work and just didn't notice."

He thought about the options for a moment. "I think... those are good," Fane suggested. "Maybe add some Madonna. She's an icon both now and back in the 80s, so she'd been a good addition. And... I'm a little blue biased, but maybe blues and purples? Mix in a little red?"

[fane-oh2]

anastasiableprokopow·:

“How do you not drive,” Nastya smiled and laughed softly. “I like the cold as much as anyone else but sometimes driving is just, better.” Having spent most her life in Russia she was aware of how cold it could be and the snow made walking difficult. Having a car just made things better. “Must be fun,” Nastya commented taking a sip of her drink. Organizing things was something she was good at and to her those who organized events were the worse. They could protect themselves from people like her but more often they not they didn’t. She was just another pretty face to them. “You probably have met some really cool people.”

"You ever try to find parking in New York City?" Fane asked, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me, kid, it's easier to take the bus at that point. Walking in the cold is better than fighting with every Karen and Barbara for the spot that should probably be yours in the first place." He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "So I never bothered to learn. I wasn't planning on leaving the city. But then this job at Red Rocks… couldn't pass on the opportunity. What about you? What d'you do?"

[fane-oh2]

winebarolly·:

“I’m a horrible date. Always ten minutes late.” He laughed and took a seat and returned the smile toward Fane. He thought it’d be a little weird but he was glad it wasn’t. “Likewise. I feel like I already know you with all the good things he’s said about you. Gosh I hope he saves the embarrassing stories from making the rounds.” He picked up the menu and scanned it briefly when he found a few items that he would want to get. “So many choices. How do they expect anyone to choose? What are you thinking of getting?”

Fane laughed. "I probably woulda just started eating without you," he admitted. He skimmed the menu, wondering how much food would be too much food for him to order. Fane didn't want to scare Olly away based on his dinner order. "I've heard a few stories that if they'd been about me, I wouldn't want anyone sharing, but not many, so only some of the embarrassing ones." 

"I was probably gonna get a burger," Fane said, tapping the menu. "I've heard good things about their burgers. Did you want appetisers? Cause I love pretzels with beer cheese, and you can't go wrong with deep-fried cheese."

[fane-oh2]

bennigxns·:

"You say that but this is pretty fucking epic already my dude.” Xander spoke as he heard the slight changes and tapped his foot on the table leg beside him. “Are you sure you don’t know anything about mixing because whew this shows different.” He could imagine how much he would learn from working here as it showed in the little bit he was hearing in the moment. Idly Xander’s finger dragged over the volume just to test it and dragged it back down. His eyes looked over at the notebook and took it in his hands, skimming through. Eyebrows knitted together as he read the words on the paper and started humming the lyrics to himself and sing songed a few words he could read just to try them out. Something he randomly did when he could hear a melody in his head. “This is and I am not bullshitting you at all Fane but this is really good.”

Fane laughed. "I'm getting better," he said with a smile. "I know it's probably got other features about it that I just don't know about. I'll probably end up back to acoustic. My Cunningham piano still holds my heart." It was the piano he learned on, and it belonged to his mother before him. It was the one thing he'd refused to come to Denver without. 

Fane rubbed the back of his neck. "C'mon, it ain't special," he said sheepishly. "It's a rough draft. I didn't even erase words, just crossed 'em off. Just needed to get it outta me. I get homesick a lot. I mean, I got the important parts of home here, my sister and my piano, and all that, but Denver ain't Brooklyn.

[romancegifs]

[fane-oh2]

@alanafcster​

[fane-oh2]

alanafcster·:

    tilting her chin upwards, alana let her nervous fingers once again come to fall in her lap. she was grateful, really, for the warning. and the question. yet again, she was reminded of the softness of the situation, and her appreciation for the man’s patience. she was nervous, of course, and there was the smallest amount of apprehension in the pit of her stomach. it was easier to focus on the butterflies, though; and the sudden excitement. the anxiety was easy to ignore. the awkwardness, however? it wasn’t. as he leaned forward to gently grab her head, alana moved with his hand - accidentally smacking her forehead off of his in the process. 

her own hand flew up to touch her forehead, a nervous giggle bubbling out from her mouth. “oh- oh my gosh,” she started apologizing at the same time, dropping her hands to hold them out in front of her. her mouth clamped shut however as his fingers brushed against her cheek again, and she leaned forward - this time, making momentary contact with his lips instead of his forehead. pulling back, she held her breath, waiting for the brief panic to rear it’s head - but it didn’t, and shortly she was able to relax, echoing a laugh once more. “okay. but i thought it was sweet,” she said softly, reaching out to lightly shove him, “all of it- all of it was sweet. thank you.” 

Fane let out a breathy laugh, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Alana's forehead. "I'm sorry," he apologised again. Fane leaned his forehead against hers and smiled softly. "It's been… a few years since I've kissed anyone." He hated admitting that to people, usually. They always looked at him like he was a freak like he was less of a man for the way his mind works. But… Fane knew Alana would never look at him like that. He trusted her. 

He smiled, bringing his lips to Alana's again. Now that he could, Fane wanted to keep kissing her. He couldn't remember liking to kiss anyone as much as he liked this. "You are beautiful," Fane said again, smiling softly. "But… I want you to know that it isn't just your looks that I like. You're sweet and funny. Being around you makes me smile. It's like… being home when I'm so far away." 

Fane probably said too much, but he didn't want Alana to think he only cared for her looks. He wanted her to know that he found her amazing. "Sorry if I'm being sappy," Fane apologised, biting at his lower lip a moment. "But I don't want you to think that you're just… a pretty face to me. Because you're probably my best friend, and I really do like you."

[fane-oh2]

winebarolly·:

@fane-oh

Olly hadn’t been looking forward to the auction as soon as he knew he was being auctioned off. His sister in law clearly had nothing better to do than sign him up for something like this. He wasn’t a huge fan of being on a date with someone other than his husband but it was charity and he knew it couldn’t hurt to make a new friend.

When he got the notification that he would have a dinner date with Fane he was pleasantly surprised and was looking forward to getting to know him through his own eyes. He had heard of Fane through his husband, Xander though. Since he’d always come home after a day with the other and would hear Xander speak good things. In a way Oliver felt like he knew Fane through his eyes.They had decided on going to an American food place where they could get steak, burgers, and chicken. There was also alcohol. Olly had once provided alcohol to the restaurant for a special event.

Oliver made his way into the restaurant and smiled once his eyes caught sight of the male. “Hey, Fane.” He said as he approached the side where he was. “Hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

Fane was relieved to find that his "date" for this whole charity auction thing was Olly. He hadn't met Olly personally, but he'd heard a lot about the man from Xander. It was nice to know that date wasn't an actual date, too. Fane hated dating like that, but since Olly was his friend's husband, it was less "date" and more "meeting friends" type of thing. 

He dressed more casually, in jeans and a nice t-shirt, as he went to the restaurant to wait for Olly. Fane hadn't been there long when he saw the man. He smiled. "Nah, I've only been here about ten minutes," Fane said with a smile. "Nice to meet you in person, though. Xander's always telling me about you when he comes around."

[fane-oh2]

@savwhitmore​

Fane wasn't keen on the concept of "dating". He'd never been one for dating in general, let alone one organised by the museum. Fane hadn't even been to the museum before. Sutton must have signed him up for this whole charity date thing. That seemed exactly like something that Sutton would have done. They didn't like the idea of Fane being alone, and they were determined to find him a significant other. 

Fane had the Uber stop off at Savannah's address that she'd given him, getting out to run up and knock on the door. He was dressed nicer than usual in his nice jeans and a sweater over his white button-down. Knocking at the door, Fane scuffed his toe nervously. His dress boots felt odd on his feet when he usually wore his worn Converse.

[fane-oh2]

anastasiableprokopow·:

Nastya gave him a judgmental look as she snorted. “No, I earned my license and use it fully. It was only so long ago that women weren’t allowed to drive, and in other countries they still can’t drive.” Nastya pointed out stopping her walking as they reached a table. “You really came just for the music? What is it you do then Music man?”

Fane laughed softly. "Good on ya," he said with a smile. "I, however, never learned how to drive, don't have a license, and honestly, don't have much of a need to. I'm a city kid at heart." Stopping at the table, Fane fished out his wallet, getting out the cash for her drink before stowing his wallet back in his pocket. "I work at a concert venue, managing events, that sort of thing."

[fane-oh2]

alanafcster·:

”oop,“ bringing her fingers up to cover her mouth as she misspoke, her face crumpled apologetically, ”sorry. it’s hard to get right.“ not that she was particularly in the habit of calling him by his full name; even when she used his surname, it was always with "fane” preceding it. she didn’t have the accent, she supposed. tilting her head so the side of her face was resting against her knees, she considered his next point, “i see,” she hummed, “so your name- it effectively means farmer?” her teasing came with a bright grin.

the compliment slightly caught her off guard. oblivious as usual, alana hadn’t picked up on the subtle energy between the two until it was just about too late. sitting back up a bit, she blinked at him, her words getting lost between her brain and her mouth. “oh- i, um,” she became flustered, her hands pulling in towards her chest. it had been years since alana had experienced any kind of intimacy. the idea of it - men, in general - they made her uncomfortable. her previous experiences hadn’t always been the kindest, and alana was well aware how easily she could be manipulated. but things had always been different with fane, hadn’t they? her mouth flapped wordlessly for a moment, she felt comfortable. a rarity for her, really, considering how on she was all the time. the fact that she’d joined him up here in the first place was a testament to her comfort with the curly haired brunette sitting there. touching her tongue to her lower lip, her flustered expression twitched into a nervous smile. “i- very polite of you to ask,” she said, though her words were quiet, “i think- i think i would like that very much.” 

Fane laughed and nodded. "I guess, yeah," he agreed. "Ironic that I'm a city boy and haven't been on a farm even once in my life." He rubbed the back of his neck. He'd never really identified himself with his given name. His father started the tradition of going by middle names, but he couldn't get anyone to pronounce "Rían" right either. He'd gotten called "Ryan" more often than not.

Fane smiled, nerves bubbling in his stomach. He hadn't entirely expected Alana to say yes, but... he'd wanted her to so badly. "I'd never kiss anyone without asking first," Fane said softly, moving his hand to hold the back of her head. He leaned in slowly, giving Alana the chance to change her mind, even as she gave him permission. Fane was out of practice, though, bumping his forehead against Alana's before he could kiss her.

"Oh god," Fane said, pulling his head back and covering his eyes. "Pretend that didn't happen... I'm sorry... Let me just..." He cupped her cheek again, leaning in again. This time, he moved carefully and brought his lips to Alana's softly. Pulling back after a tender kiss, he smiled. "Pretend I'm not awkward and that that was the first try. That first one... didn't happen."

[fane-oh2]

bennigxns·:

Xander took more than a few minutes before he gave his thoughts. Music at least to him wasn’t something he could just throw a it’s good and done. He also didn’t want to do his friend like that and so he took his time soaking up the melody and imagining himself at a party. It usually helped him figure if it was good or not. After a painstakingly few minutes he was sure he turned to look at Fane and smiled. "My complete unbias opinion. I like it. I do agree the bass will give it more of an oomf it doesn’t necessarily have to have it you know. This can be one of those that is phenomenal with or without the bass.”

He didn’t think Fane would bend to his request but he tried it anyway. “Can I hear the lyrics? What you have so far?”

Fane hummed softly, thinking about that for a moment. He fiddled with the mixer, bringing up the bass line from the keyboard recording and playing it again. Fane pursed his lips, turning down the steady beat, so it was more like a quiet pulse. He played it over again in the middle, making adjustments to the volume controls as it played. He hummed again, laying the melody over the instrumentals again. "Probably would be easier if I knew more about the mixers," Fane admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "This is new for me. Historically, I've always been something of an acoustic kinda guy. But when I started working here… the mixers were interesting, and I wanted to try 'em out." 

Fane shook his head in response to the lyrics. "You can look at the draft," he compromised, grabbing the notebook. "It's the first draft still, so it doesn't fit in the melody. Like… when you translate a song, and the syllables don't fit, you know? It ain't anything special. Just me missing home a little bit."