harvey.

Go ahead and regret me But I always will too, regret you. Go ahead and regret me But I always will too, regret you. Go ahead and regret me But I always will too, regret you. Go ahead and regret me But I always will too, regret you. Go ahead and regret me But I always will too, regret you. Go ahead and regret me But I always will too, regret you

[nevadaxsaunders]

The lifeguard couldn't help but eye Harvey's guitar, his own left back at the cabin. If he was nervous before, he was even more now with the musician leaning against the piano watching him. "One of his favorites of his is Saudade, I think more so because the meaning of the word is-- beautiful but also sad." He turned to get a better look at Harvey, "Exactly... that's exactly how it feels.

When Nevada started playing for Harvey, he didn't imagine that the musician would suddenly start singing along. It nearly took him by surprise but luckily that didn't stop him from playing. There was something different about the other, different from how he normally sounded.

He gawked up at Harvey, wondering if he heard him correctly. Nev's lips part to speak but no words form out of his mouth. It took a second to collect his thoughts, and feeling that hand on his shoulder made him come back to reality. Perhaps, he was still in shock, just from playing in front of the musician, or how Harvey just sang along as he played. "Write with you?" No, shit. That's what he had said. Nevada couldn't deny him, not when it came to helping someone fall back in love with writing music. Not when that's what he told himself he would do before stepping back from that ledge. "Okay... I'll help," he lifted his gaze to meet the others, nodding in agreement. Nevada leaned back from the piano for a moment, before chuckling softly to himself. "You don't know how nervous I was."

[hvrvcy]

he can't help but to laugh softly at the shock in nevada's voice, "yeah, one hundred percent," harvey says, "i can't do this shit on my own - not anymore. my brain's too fuckin' fogged up from all the gear i've shoved up my nose over the past couple years and i'm not the same angsty teenage kid i was when i wrote all those songs on the first record. i need someone that can help me get through to that creative part of my brain again." the younger explains, knowing it all sounds a little crazy. "and anyway, the idea of writing with a beautiful man to hopefully make beautiful music? sounds like a great deal to me." he adds with a laugh, "also i mean you, by the way. i'm not sayin' i'm the beautiful man."

harvey leans himself up against the piano, arms folded across his chest as he chuckles in response to nevada's admission. "you have nothin' to be nervous over," he assures, "seriously, you play fuckin' beautifully. is music somethin' you're in already or are you one of those that's gifted as fuck but keeps it as a hobby?"

[mreynoldsx]

Mike was genuinely curious about the man's thoughts on the island and for once, it seemed like he had found someone who felt the same way he did. He was beginning to think he was crazy feeling the way he did about the staff. But he couldn't be now. "I feel the same way." Mike answered almost immediately with a shake of his head, "I didn't think there was another client in this place that did..." He released a soft breath and took another sip of his drink before he held his hand out towards the man, "I'm Mike." He then offered.

After a moment, he released a breath and he shrugged his shoulders, "I've been trying to come to terms with the whole...staff thing. I'd rather just...be their friend." It didn't make sense, he recognized that, and the fact he was paying all that money to be there just didn't add up, but it was just so odd to him, "I don't know." He then added in with a mumble, "We're clearly the odd ones out."

[hvrvcy]

the moment he hears the other man agree with his thoughts, harvey feels instantly at ease, like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. "i'm so glad you said that," he says, after a small sigh of relief, "i was starting to think i was going mad." harvey chuckles, grasping the other's hand before adding, "harvey campbell."

he listens to mike's words as he takes a swig from his beer, nodding every so often to show agreement with his words. "mm, exactly. and i dunno if it's because in the outside world, i get everything i want anyway; i got my pick of men and women, but it's because they want me. and i mean, here there's every chance the staff are only in it because they're paid to but i'd rather it just come natural." harvey explains with a light shrug of his shoulders. "there's one guy so far that's got my head fuckin' spinning though and it's 'cause he's got an attitude - he's a security guard here, name's kane. he don't seem like the rest, he's got this edge to him and i know he wouldn't just give it to you on a plate. i guess it's just findin' the right people with the right balance, y'know?"

[aneurins]

SAM CLAFLIN for ROLLING STONE (2023)

[timedandtaled]

And just like that, Harvey was putting all his cards on the table, spelling out exactly what he was expecting from this oncoming session with Kane, a nights worth of activity because honestly, now that he was here, Kane wasn't planning on leaving until the morning came. On the other hand, at least with Harvey's intentions completely clear, there would be no room for mix up, no clash of ideas and expectations.

"If it's all t'same t'ye, I'm still gonna call ye princess," Kane said with a smirk, making a few paces closer while letting his imagination run wild with each new image Harvey added to the picture. Burning red hand prints. Bruises that only darkened and became more visible as the night went on. Hands gripping wrists and hands gripping throats. Goddamn that was hot. "An' who's t'say I don't want a hand round my throat?" The challenging tone returned, the distinct 'if you can manage it, I'll enjoy it' there for if Harvey could read between the lines.

Harvey Harvey Harvey. Kane was both intrigued and attracted right now, all the bravado backing up the thirst for some roughness reminded Kane of himself, and as the singer told a little of his story, Kane could relate. "We ain't that different y'know," he drank half, swirling the remaining alcohol in the glass for a moment as he gathered his thoughts before finishing the rest, "women wanna be with ye. Men wanna be ye...and be with ye. Ye don't even have t'ask an' ye get what ye want. Pick o'the bunch." Harvey closed the space between them and Kane remained still, eyes never once leaving the others, grin hitching up on one side.

"So, I got an idea of what positions I'm gonna have ye in fer the remainder of tonight, but when I get ye into those positions depends on just how much you do intend t'fight back." Now it was Kane's turn to reach forwards, clasping his fist around the others shirt and pulling him in until parts of their faces touched, lips ghosting each other barely a breath away. "Hope yer ready," and the guard enacted a deep and passionate kiss.

[hvrvcy]

"princess doesn't bother me," harvey says with a shrug, though maybe it should but for some reason - coming out of kane's mouth - it sounded quite delightful. it wasn't far from the truth, either. he was a straight up princess at the best of times. "i assumed you would be the choking type," the man then adds, flashing the elder a grin. "which is why i think this is going to work out rather nicely, for both of us." already their chemistry was apparent, the two of them wanting to rile the other up as best they could and for harvey at least, he was positively melting on the spot despite putting on a facade.

he listens as kane explains their similarities and it makes sense, the two of them were considered as some of the best in their field and with fame came wealth, status, and people desperate to be a part of that lifestyle alongside. "exactly. a click of your fingers and there's someone willing to do anything," he explains, "but it's like they say, isn't it? with power comes responsibility, and it is power - a fucked up kind." maybe that was where he'd been going wrong because he'd never have a chance to think back on how he acted; he was a brat, really, causing chaos and destruction wherever he walked and it was fine because somebody else dealt with the damage. and people simply became play things.

harvey places his glass upon the counter top before taking a few steps towards kane to close the distance between them. he enjoys how the man doesn't flinch, doesn't react, as if instead awaiting the younger's next move. and once kane's hand was twisted in his shirt, harvey's heart starts to thump wildly against his chest - he's not scared, he has no reason to be, but there's a thrill here that he's desperate to explore. "try me." harvey says, gaze locked with kane's own before their lips soon crashed together in an animalistic kiss.

and just like that, the bravado was gone. the fighting talk and the back and forth, it dissipated the moment their tongues fought for dominance between pretty lips. harvey presses a hand to kane's cheek, gripping onto the man's jaw as he pulls him closer to him, all whilst forcing him back a few steps. with his other hand, he slides it beneath kane's shirt, fingernails digging into his skin and scratching across those prominent muscles he'd seen in the ring numerous times on a television screen. but here he was, right beneath his touch and as he sharply pulls away from their kiss with a tug on kane's bottom lip, harvey looks to the man with lustful eyes as he pushes him back toward his bed.

[ask-theblaineanderson]

Thierry tilted his head, now genuinally curious about the other man. "Wow... That sounds like you had the life of a rock star there. I spologize if I'm not fully aware of your work." He stepped back and sat on a bench that was there. "But, I can see the point of your managament sending you here to get your muse back on track, like you said. Also, yes... You can't beat the view, of any of it" he said, throwing a playful wink at him, then leaned back on the bench. "I'd say my favorite time of day is this right here, the moment when the day ends and the night comes. How everything gets swallowed by the darkness, bu you still know the sun will shine again in a few hours-" He looked at him and chuckled. "Sorry. That got deep. But-" He shrugged. "I guess you could say, in some way, we all were running from something, or wanting to change something of our lives when we came here , right?"

[hvrvcy]

"it's alright, i don't expect anybody to," harvey admits with a light laugh, "i've not got a memorable face, but you might've heard a few songs on the radio and wondered, who the fuck that mopey guy with a guitar is. it's this guy." he points his thumbs at himself before shaking his head chuckling.

now that formalities had been given, harvey takes it upon himself to join thierry on the bench, sitting beside him but mindful to not be too close. "i think that's really poetic," he says with a small smile, looking at the other, "and it's a nice way of lookin' at it. i think we've all had times where it feels like the darkness is never endin', but, we're surprised when the sun does come up again. then it's a new day, a new start." that's what he was needing here, a new start and maybe a chance to rid himself of his juvenile past behaviour. "yeah, i mean you don't come here just for a holiday, right? everyone i've met here, for the most part - unless they're new like me - they've been here for some time or plan on being here for a while. it isn't just a one week and it's over, kinda deal."

[hvrvcy]

What can you tell me about Harvey and what he does at the resort?

// harvey is, frankly, a bit of an idiot. he's someone that isn't used to being told 'no' to things - after he was signed and his debut record went global, life completely turned upside down and he found himself sucked into the life of fame and fortune. a reckless mess is what the press labelled him as, due to his incessant need to party, but if you chip away beneath the surface he's still the kid with a guitar from london who just got lucky that he was blessed with a sultry voice. he's feisty when he wants to be, loves making stupid jokes, and he knows what he wants and is determined to get it.

he hasn't really done a lot since being here as he's still trying to figure out what the fuck he wants to do here. he's not the most forthright person, instead would rather he be approached by someone else, so he's only made a few connections here but is trying to push himself out of his comfort zone. in between settling in, he's been spending time at the recording studio in the hopes of getting inspiration for his second album because otherwise his label are gonna drop him and he can kiss goodbye to his success on the outside.

[ask-theblaineanderson]

Thierry laughed and nodded. “Yes, it is. You need to learn how to walk on your tip toes if you want to sneak up on someone.” It didn’t take him much to see he wasn’t that much happy about getting his pictures taken, so after showing the picture, he put the camera down, letting it hang on its strap. “A musician? That’s cool. Did you come here to get some inspiration, because this place surely can work its way about that on people!” he said with a soft chuckle. “Or did you simply come here for a sabbatic year, to get some relaxing time and all that? Because this place also works on that. I tell you, I can’t remember the last time when I felt this much relaxed, which is- I mean, it means a lot to me.” He looked at the sun sinking on the far horizon and nodded. “Something, indeed.” He looked back at him. “Would you say you enjoy more the daytime, or night time here on the island?”

[hvrvcy]

harvey shakes his head, "i came here at the 'recommendation' of my label," he holds his hands up, miming air quotes. "guess i got a bit out of control, haven't really felt all that connected to music lately so they're hoping i can get rid of this pent up energy and write my next album." he'd written nothing so far, at least nothing that had any substance to it but he'd only been here a few weeks. "i'm hopin' it'll be relaxing," harvey shrugs, "so far, it's been pretty good. i mean, everyone is nice to look at which is always a bonus and i'm not bein' mobbed everywhere i go which is even better." albeit very strange from his reality. "actually, i think i'm more a daytime guy here," again, the opposite of what he'd known before, "it's nice to be able to actually do something with my day rather than spend it severely hungover or on a come down. what about you?"

[zionsakuri]

Zion wasn’t really much of a drinker. He liked a good buzz every now and then, but he’d much rather smoke a blunt to his head then walk around inebriated. Of course the one time he decided to go for a drink though, he’d bump into someone who knew him. He recognized the older males face, but with the buzz he already had going, he couldn’t for the life of him recall his name.

“Hey” he smiled, turning on his bar stool to face the musician. “I ugh, I decided it was time for a vacation” he shrugged. Anyone who knew him, knew he was a serious workaholic outside of the haus. But here he was just trying to have a little fun. “Oh, yeah, the music” he chuckled softly to himself. Finally remembering where he knew this guy from and feeling a bit embarrassed. “The music is going, good” he nodded. “Yeah, I still haven’t done anything too serious with it. Just been posting shit on YouTube and playing local gigs when I can. How’s your music going, mate?”

[hvrvcy]

"yeah, that makes sense," harvey agrees, "it's definitely the nicest spot for a holiday that i've been on." he chuckles, lifting his pint glass to his lips to take a sip. "i'm glad to hear it, that's how it goes, mate. i was giggin' in pubs and that for ages 'til i got my break." but then came the question about his career and he gives a shrug of his shoulders. "it's... going?" he wrinkles his nose, "first album was fuckin' incredible, i mean playin' glastonbury was another level but the label are now pushin' for the second one and i just ain't really got much for it yet. s'why they sent me packin' here, in the hope that i'll chill out a bit from all the partyin' and get some songs written."

[timedandtaled]

Ooh so the Brit had some bite to him, Kane's smirk pretty much matched the others, hands finally moving from his sides only to disappear deep into his pockets, a small action to feign disinterest, just to keep up the act he was currently staring in. "Well I know I ain't gonna be borin', but what yer gonna do t'not be borin' is entirely in yer own hands darlin'." Was he purposely winding Harvey up? Yes, but some people enjoyed being challenged, being teased and tested, having their desires purposely difficult to obtain. If he'd wanted someone that would just roll over to his every whim, then he shouldn't have booked Kane.

"That so?" Kane raised a notched brow, eyes trailing from the others face down his body and back up again. He knew roughly what lay underneath that shirt, having felt it up quite openly the last time they had met, so it seemed unless those abs were just for show, he had some strength in him. Kane hummed, "So ye wanna be thrown around, but ye wanna put up a fight too? Now who's the one who ain't makin' this easy?" Maybe it wouldn't be boring after all.

Although only a quick peck on the lips, the kiss had been unexpected, and Kane couldn't help but smile as Harvey turned and made his way to the kitchen. "Whiskey," he requested, "but if ye ain't got that, I'll have what yer havin'." The guard watched Harvey's every move, stood with his back against the wall watching each action, watching his body, with a smile still on his face. "Yer an interestin' one, ain't ye Harv?"

[hvrvcy]

it was the challenge that harvey was craving - he knew kane wouldn't just give in to him and do what he asked, which was exactly why he found himself so captivated by other man. harvey wasn't used to hearing the word 'no', having someone not just fall at his feet and give him anything his heart desired whilst expressing their undying love for him as if they even knew him at all. here, harvey was just another client and he wanted to prove himself worthy of the other's touch in one way or another.

"yeah. the fighting for power, dominance, whatever you wanna call it." harvey explains with a shrug, "i'm not a pillow princess that's just gonna take it - so by all means, i want to be roughed up. i want to feel the imprints of your hands on me for days to come." as he speaks with his back turned, he starts to pour out the drinks for them both. whiskey, neat. "but just don't be surprised when the tables turn and it's my hand around your throat."

harvey takes the drinks, handing one to kane before knocking back his own in a single gulp. "where's the fun in being easy?" he asks, fingers squeezing around the now empty glass. "out there," he gestures toward the window, though what he means is the outside world beyond the haus, "i'm the pretty boy with a guitar who performs to thousands of people, screaming my name back at me. i could ask for anything and it's mine, i don't have to even lift a finger and they'll be on their knees because it's seen as some sort of honour." harvey takes a few steps to close the gap between himself and kane. "it's about time someone put me in my place but i can't promise that i won't at least try and get the upper hand."

[hvrvcy]

@lord-thierrylefevre cont. from here

"yeah, i think my audition for being an assassin has been completely fucked," he jokes, holding his hands up as if in surrender. harvey shakes his head, chuckling to himself because there was a time in his life where he did love being in front of the camera but now? not so much. "i appreciate the kind words," he says, "but no - i'm a musician. so, i've done photoshoots, interviews, music videos, you name it. was more comfortable a few years ago but now? well, i don't look as fresh as i did." drugs, it seemed, would do that to a person.

he's taken off guard by the snapping of the camera, a brow raising. "i know i'm right," harvey grins, but takes a few steps over to look at the photograph on the camera screen. maybe to someone else, they'd see the way his curls tumbled against his shoulders, how the light reflected perfectly to accentuate his sharp jawline. but for harvey himself, he just didn't see... harvey. "it's a nice photo," he settles for, "the colours of the sunset are really somethin', aren't they?"

[mreynoldsx]

Another day, another visit to one of the bars at the Haus. It was funny, before he retired, Mike hadn't been much of a drinker. He would occasionally but lately? That seemed to be one thing he couldn't get enough of. Perhaps it was because he was bored. Or because he wanted to quell the thoughts in his mind for a little. That was probably it... Mike didn't drink enough to get drunk (he honestly didn't like the feeling of being drunk), but enough to just...settle his mind. That was all he was looking for.

Grabbing his glass of bourbon (he decided to switch it up today), he took a small sip and turned his gaze towards a man who was speaking up towards him. Immediately, Mike sighed, understanding a little all too well what the other was feeling, "It's okay." He answered sincerely and softly, "It's a weird adjustment." Mike mentioned, his gaze shifting around, "I'm still getting used to it." He wasn't sure if he ever would, honestly, but he was going to try considering he was going to be there a while, he assumed, "How would you come off as a dickhead?" Mike then asked, his brow furrowing a bit.

[hvrvcy]

harvey gives a small smile, grateful that the other's even willing to listen to him let alone give him some kind words in return. "yeah, i feel like i'm in some weird alternate reality," he admits, then laughs soon after, "s'pose in some way we are." he circles his fingertip around the rim of his glass, elbow resting on the countertop as he mulls over a response the question asked. "well, the staff are humans, right? just seems weird to approach someone so boldly and say, 'you wanna go off for a quickie?' or, to just make suggestive comments. i ain't that sorta person." harvey shrugs, wondering if what he said makes any sense at all. "i see some of the other clients just be so blunt - guess i'm more of a wine and dine kinda guy. wouldn't want anyone to feel like they gotta shag me because it's expected of 'em, 'cause it's their job to."

[ask-theblaineanderson]

Open Starter

LOCATION: One of the decks.

Thierry was standing at the end of that deck, trying all the angles in his camera, a regular one, not his phone, so he could get the best shots at the sunset in front of him. Usually, you could appreciate beautiful sunsets on the island, but on that particular early evening there was a marvelous mix of colors in the sky, orange and pink, all spread over a shade of dark blue that would come up eventually. His attention was briefly cut by the sound of creaking wooden boards behind him, letting him know someone was approaching him, and then stopped all together. “Are you going to stand there and stare at me, or would you rather to be a part of the photo?” he said, a grin on his face as he turned around and saw the man standing there.

[hvrvcy]

being by the water always felt peaceful, it was a chance for harvey to clear his head and think a little - especially when there was a gorgeous sunset as the perfect backdrop. he's not expecting anybody to be around, but he spots another man with a camera and figures he can probably just sneak on behind him to reach the end of the deck. the sneaking didn't turn out so well however, as the younger man turned and called him out. "shit, sorry mate," harvey says, holding his hands up, "don't mean to disturb you. was tryin' to see if i could go behind you without interruptin' but guess i failed on that." he laughs, his hand reaching behind to scratch lightly as his nape. "i ain't really one for bein' in photographs," though, harvey had definitely had his fair share of photoshoots as they were a requirement when it came to being interviewed. "don't think i'm very photogenic."

[timedandtaled]

Oh the look on Harvey's face was priceless, the intentional deadpan cracking into an unwilling smile, and it was taking Kane every ounce of willpower not to burst into fits of laughter right there at the door. "Had ye goin' fer a moment, didn't I?" Harvey didn't need to actually answer that, Kane knew what he would say anyway, and the guard slid past him as the door opened fully. He nodded respectfully as he entered.

Kane didn't get a chance to say anything else before the other coiled their fist around Kane's shirt and pulled him closer. Normally, Kane would jump into defence, fight back, but seeing Harvey like this was exciting. Unexpected. Was he really that pissed at the thought of Kane bailing on him?

"Nope," he said, just as cocky as ever, "accordin' t'my schedule, I am to be in this very cabin fer the rest'a the night. So ye say ye'd hate t'keep me...but yer still gettin' t'keep me. All. Night. Long." Kane's hands remained at his side, eyes glittering with a challenging intent, practically pushing for Harvey to keep control of the situation, at least for now. "Oh yeah? An' where was that? Me pinnin' ye to the floor? Chokin' ye out? 'Cause if ye black out...well...that's gonna be such a waste of yer evenin'."

[hvrvcy]

"schedule makes it sound like this evening' is goin' to be fuckin' boring," harvey says with furrowed brows, "i feel it'll be anything but." his lips turn into a smirk, the fingers wrapped in kane's shirt loosening some but not quite letting go just yet.

"mm, it was somethin' like that," he then says with a shrug of his shoulders, "maybe minus the blacking out, but sue me if i want to be thrown around a little. i think you underestimate my own strength; i might not hold a title but i can put up a fight." harvey isn't used to attitude - it's usually himself that's giving it, so to be the receiver of smart ass comments was firing something in him and he was enjoying it. sometimes he just needed to be put in his place.

harvey's hand finally releases kane's shirt, though not before giving him the lightest of kisses to his mouth. "come," he says, walking to the kitchen area. "what're you drinking?" the least he could do was offer some hospitality.

[timedandtaled]

Harvey was an interesting specimen, from that one interaction Kane had with him on the night of the St. Patrick's Day party; a man not yet accustomed to the ways of the Haus and how it worked, but had everything working in his favour to become a firm favourite among both the staff and the other clients. But the way he'd reacted to Kane, the deep rooted need to be man handled by someone he'd seen fight multiple times, and the way it stemmed from simple fan service to something more carnal.

Given all that, an interesting specimen more often than not meant Kane was interested.

But...by nature, Kane was a trickster, enjoyed the feeling of people craving his attention, waiting on his every word, keep them hanging on just long enough to start doubting, then give them what they wanted. He'd avoided answering any texts from Harvey as he made his way through the resort, until now.

Sorry. He sent the one word first. Got booked by some fuckin' beaut for this evenin. And then he left it at that, a sick grin across his face that those who knew him would be aware that trouble was brewing, or had already been wrought. The walk ended soon, and he paused outside of the cabin door for two minutes, exactly, before he gave a tuneful knock. When Harvey finally answered, Kane's smile only widened.

"Well would ye look at that," he shook his phone in his hand, their messages still on screen, "guess this makes you the beautiful creature I was talkin' about."

[hvrvcy]

as the text message flashed up against his phone, what was a sigh of relief, soon turned into a frown of disbelief. "what the fuck?" he says out loud to himself, even scoffing at the thought of being blown off like this. though there was a part of him that considered the idea of kane bailing on him, he didn't think it would actually happen and maybe that was a sign his ego needed to be knocked down a peg or two.

but then came the knock on the door, and suddenly it all made sense. this was part of kane's little production and harvey fell right into the supporting role.

he waits a moment before opening the door, pulling the handle and moving his foot to block the heavy wood so it was only a crack of the way open. his expression is deadpan - he's trying to act - as he leans against the doorframe and looks kane up and down. "you're so funny, ain't ya?" he asks, but harvey's unable to keep up the facade and he breaks into a stupid smirk as he steps aside and pushes the door open. "prick." he comments with a laugh as kane steps inside, before gripping the other's shirt in his fist to pull him toward him. "you sure you don't have somewhere else to be? i'd hate to keep you," harvey says, but he keeps his grip tight as if to signify that he wasn't about to let kane go easily. "i figured we could pick up where we left off."

[nevadaxsaunders]

"I can play that too if you want me to," Nev shrugged, as he grinned up at him. He knew that it wasn't that hard to play the tambourine, the only thing he had to worry about was staying on beat. The lifeguard rubbed his hands over his knees, shaking his head. "You aren't intruding at all. I probably should get going anyway--" Harvey definitely wasn't intruding but now Nevada didn't want to be in the musician's way if he was trying to find muse to write. "Oh, thanks, and Ludovico Einuadi." He loved playing classical music and this composer was one of his favorite artists that were still living. "It's one of my favorite instruments to play. I feel like it breathes so much air into music," Nev smiled to himself as he gently brushed his fingers over the monotone keys. He only glanced back up at Harvey, eyes shining brightly. Part of him was beyond nervous, but he wanted the musician to be able to hear one of his songs played by a piano and Nev could do that. "Well--" he nervously cleared his throat, "If you don't mind," Nevada exhaled slowly, turning back to the piano as he straightened. "It's actually one of my favorites of yours," he exclaimed, peeking over at him before starting to play one of Harvey's songs.

[hvrvcy]

as he's told he isn't intruding, harvey props his guitar up against the wall before leaning himself up against the piano, watching as the other man's fingers brush over the keys. "that's a good choice," he says, for he too has an appreciation for classical music even if his persona made it seem otherwise. "i've been listening to a lot of olafur arnalds lately, the way he blends piano with synths, creates this atmospheric ambience that makes you feel like you're floatin'. it's an interesting take on classical, how you can modernise it but still keep the core values." already, he feels more at home. being able to talk music to someone that understands, and in a way that nobody - even at his label - cared to do.

and if he wasn't already swooning, to hear those first few keys being played of his own song, harvey was practically melting against the piano. in awe he watches, gaze fixated on the movement of nevada's fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys, the sounds sending shivers down his spine because this song had never sounded more perfect. it takes a moment for him to compose himself enough to start softly singing along during the chorus, and even the way he sings is different to the record -- he's softer, the words so familiar yet it sounded so new all the same.

maybe this was what he had been missing all along; this was why he fell in love with music in the first place. as the song came to a close, harvey knows he needs more. "write with me," he says, and he's never been more serious. he reaches out to place a hand on nevada's shoulder, fingers softly stroking over his shirt, "the way you play, how you've composed this yourself, i could really use a beautiful brain like yours to help me fall back in love with writing again."

[nevadaxsaunders]

His playing stops abruptly, gaze flickering up to the open door. Nev's surprised to see Harvey there, this was his only second encounter with the famous singer. Suddenly nervous to continue playing as his fingers hesitated over the keys before letting them slip back into his lap. "Hey," he nodded, "Yeah, that'll be me." Nevada scrunched his nose at the question, chuckling softly as he gestured to the grand piano in front of him. "Well, it appears I came here to play the piano," Nevada joked sarcastically, turning to look back at him. "And, I suppose you're here to play the guitar?" He smirked.

[hvrvcy]

"huh, and here i was thinkin' you were playin' the tambourine," harvey jokes back, realising the idiocy of his question. "yeah, i figured maybe bein' here might help with the writers block," he then admits, "but i don't wanna intrude if you're in the zone." harvey's hovering near the other, unsure whether or not to take a seat or if he should go elsewhere. "what you were playin' sounded really beautiful," he then says, "i've always loved the sound of a piano - it's like, haunting. i've always wanted to make piano versions of some of my songs 'cause i feel it really shifts the lyrics; makes them more emotional."

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@mreynoldsx

when he first arrived here, harvey figured he was in a literal form of paradise - and how could he not? he was surrounded by gorgeous men, parading around the joint in next-to-nothing half the time, but he still wasn't quite settled. it takes time, he assumes, and harvey hopes that within a few weeks he might start to feel at home here. but for now, he chooses to sit at one of the more quieter bars, nursing a beer as he contemplates his next move. there's a gentleman sitting beside him, also seemingly on his own, so harvey turns to him.

"you findin' it a bit intimidatin' here too?" he asks, hoping that maybe he's found someone that was also in a similar position. "feel like it's just so different to what i'm used to, y'know? like, fuck, i feel i'm the one who's gotta graft when usually it's all handed on a fuckin' silver platter. just feels... i dunno. i don't wanna seem like a dickhead, i guess." he doesn't mean to spill his concerns on the other, but for some reason he feels a sense of comfort in the man's demeanour. "shit, sorry. don't mean to unload like that."