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never sacrifice these three things: your family, your heart or your dignity. Harvey Parrish. 26.

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LOCATION: the art gallery DATE: january 21st TIME: 8:02 am STATUS: closed to @nomonetnolouvre

     Harvey was very skilled at not looking nervous. He had been practically trained for it since he had started working at his father’s company. However, a keen eye who knew him well could have recognized the signs. His clothes were evidently new, his freshly shaved face, the smell of his perfume that was a little too much but not enough to be overwhelming; there had obviously been a lot of preparation even though he was trying his best to look casual. 

He hopped off the car and went to knock on the door, only to find Amadeus already stepping out of the gallery with what seemed like the painting ready to go. Although he had seen the other man before, many many times, he was still shocked by his features every single time. “Do you need some help with that?”, he asked, charming smile and sweet disposition. 

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location: thalassa beach date: january 18th time: morning 

“It’s not that early,” She undid the sweater tied in her waist and laid it on the sand, sitting down and chuckling. There’s always been something about the town’s beach that made the weather warmer and the day brighter, like there was magic in the air, so taking a walk and sitting under the sun every morning usually felt like a good choice. And her followers absolutely loved the woke up like this-kinda vibes of her pictures on days like these. “If you think about it, it’s better to come here in these hours anyway— there’s a lot less people around and everything’s more quiet, and that makes for great pictures. Or time to listen to music, or think about things, or exercise, whatever. All of the above sometimes.” Mostly pictures, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. “And besides, I’m just sitting, it’s not like I’m running into the water with this weather. It’s nice out here but I don’t want to freeze my girls out.”

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     Harvey sighed, not really concentrated in the explanation she was giving. If Nina wanted to spend her time at the beach doing nothing, he wasn’t going to judge - too hard at least. He was there for one reason, and one reason alone; the same that he always had when they interacted. 

“That’s fine, you do you.” He shrugged, not really sitting next to her. He was wearing formal shoes and the sand was already a pain. “I came to talk to you about something. Did you know Logan bought a motorbike? Please tell me that wasn’t your idea.”

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The loud thrum of its engine falling silent as Logan cut the ignition, he climbed from the sleek, clearly brand new motorbike.  Thankfully (and surprisingly  —  for him, at least), he’d been sensible enough to wear a helmet.  Pulling it off, the grin he gave fell somewhere between pride and a rush of excitement from flying down the streets of Mount Wells.

   “What do you think?”  was the first question from his lips, followed by a raise of his eyebrows.  “Fancy a ride?”

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     Harvey was getting out of the Audi when he heard the sound, hands filled with bags. Since he was going to stay in Mount Wells for a little while until renovations were over, he needed to stack up his apartment with supplies. That of course meant good wine and brie cheese, at least. He turned around when the motorbike stopped near him. 

His eyes couldn’t have physically rolled further at the sight in front of him. “Please tell me you’re joking and this is all an elaborate plan to scare me back to New York.”

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heatharlington:

“Yeah, we do,” Heath said, with a deep sigh. The constant reminder that one day they would have to take over the hospital, or stand to disappoint their father and their whole family wasn’t something they liked to think about, but at least Harvey was in a similar position, so her understood.

“Very true, black spikes or nothing else. But Kiss; now their shoes are something. Maybe I should throw the guys for a loop and buy some platform boots to wear. Then I’d actually be taller than all of them for once in my life, and the look on Zac’s face would be priceless,” they said with a laugh at the image. Maybe not what Harvey had been trying to get them to choose, but definitely a good option now that they considered it. They’d have to start looking in that direction. Heath shook their head in sympathy as Harvey explained how he had been doing. “God, I can imagine, that sounds like hell. But, you’re right, it’s nothing a little bit of retail therapy can’t fix. Me? I’m alright. Hospital is busy as always, and they seem intent on giving me the shittiest shifts, but it’s nothing I can’t deal with. Everything else outside of the hospital has been good enough to make up for it.”

     “Platforms are not a bad idea, if you know how to pair them and what kind to wear. They’re tricky, you know? Go overboard and you’re just another douchebag with bricks on your feet. If I were you, I would mix black spikes with some metallic red. So very aesthetically pleasing. No need to go shirtless or anything, that’s obviously Pietro’s thing.”

Out of the four Olympians, Harvey had always preferred Heath’s way of dressing. Not because it was his style, actually quite the contrary, but because they were the only one perfectionist enough to be consistent and create a brand. Bass players especially needed to do that to stand out, or so he thought. “Then you’re even worse than me. At least I get to sleep at normal hours. I’m glad the rest of the stuff outside work are doing well enough. I don’t really have a Twitter account but Logan tells me social media’s been going a bit insane over you lately.”

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verawhittemore:

“That’s all it takes, huh?” Vera asked teasingly. “I should probably returned the suit jacket I got you for your birthday then. It’s just as terrible as those pants were, if not worse.” Laughing, she patted Harvey’s hand as it circle her shoulder and took another sip from her drink. Where were they? She was trying to find a way to ask him for his opinion on how she should proceed with Leo but hadn’t quite figure out the right way to phrase it yet. “So there might have been, um…a moment a little while back. With Leo,” she hedged, looking up at him to try to gauge an initial reaction. “You might have heard this already, but…we were at Ithaca, in pretty close quarters, and, well…”

     “I’m sure the suit jacket is fine. You have good taste, and if it’s indeed as terrible as those pants, well I’m sorry Vera but I won’t be able to talk to you ever again.” Harvey chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m joking, of course. I’d never do that to you.” Now he was listening closely. He hadn’t had the chance to talk to Leo in depth about what happened between them, so he only knew bits and pieces of it. “I do know some of it, but not everything, so you can tell me all about it.” He nodded. “That’s great news. It took him long enough. What was it? Like six years? Ridiculous. So what are you planning to do now? Because you must be planning to do something? Right?”

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verawhittemore :

Vera watched as Harvey steered out of their conversation abruptly to fly to the rescue of a poor, unassuming person who was about to be scammed. She sipped on her strawberry bubble tea as she looked on, amused. Harvey did have a point; the pants in question were pretty horrendous, and probably wouldn’t have gone well with any pair of shoes. She waited until he was finished talking to the customer and smiled when he turned back to her. “Always the white knight, aren’t you?” she asked teasingly. “Not that I wouldn’t feel bad if anyone bought those pants, but it takes a real Good Samaritan to stand up and say something about it. You’re fighting the good fight, Harv, you really are.”

At least the other person hadn’t run away from him as if he was a maniac. They had actually been really nice about it and even let him give them a couple of good options to pair with those already terrible trousers. Not that he was going to say that out loud. He walked back to his friend, a satisfied smile on his face. “That’s me, the white knight of fashion. Always prepared.” Harvey chuckled. “Apparently the pants were a gift. I don’t know, I would block anyone who gave me something like that from all my social media, for sure.” He grinned, putting an arm around Vera’s shoulder. “So, where were we? Before I had to run and perform my heroic act of the day. You know I can’t live without those.”

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naiaguerrero :

This was the third combination of items Naia had tried on now, each one more ridiculous than the last and still the salesman kept insisting the look was to die for. It was far too amusing to stop, even if her intentions for coming to the mall to had been entirely different she had spent the last two hours at this store doing the same thing. “Oh, you think so?” she stifled a laugh, glancing over at the full body mirror and striking what she deemed some sort of supermodel pose. “Between you and me,” a pause as she walked closer to the man and whispered, “I know. I’m trying to see how many outfits it takes before he finally admits something looks off here.” 

     “Oh- in that case, that’s much better. I was afraid you had lost your mind for a second since I know you’re a designer and all.” Harvey smiled, extending a hand towards her. “I’m Harvey Parrish, or more known around here as Logan’s posh older brother. I’ve seen your stuff online, you’ve got a great eye.” He didn’t know Naia that much, but he knew she was a friend of Clover’s, and Rhiannon’s so he had seen a couple of her designs. He tilted his head, observing the whole outfit. “Maybe if you pair those floral pants with a floral shirt, they will really believe you’ve lost your mind and finally say something about it, or you know, call the insane asylum.”

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heatharlington :

“No, no, no, they shouldn’t have run away from such good advice, they obviously didn’t realize who they were speaking with,” Heath said with a wave of their hand. They didn’t mind one bit that the advice had scared the other person away, as it had been much too long since they’d had a real talk with Harvey, and couldn’t help but be glad to see him. And they welcomed the advice.“Black spikes. Genius! This is what I’m talking about, Harvey. You know exactly what works best. And if they don’t have them in black, I’m sure I could custom order them, right? I just need a new statement boot for our shows, since a lot of the time our feet are eye level with the crowds… But how have you been doing? It’s been too long.”

     “As pretentious as we are, we can’t really expect the whole town to know our names. Especially mine, since I don’t even live here all the time anyway.” He chuckled. “We do have the curse of having our last names stitched to our fathers’ businesses though.” Arlington hospital and Parrish electronics. The bar for both of them was set very high. “If they don’t have them in black, then you’re going to have to change brands because no self respecting designer would release spiked leather boots without a black option. That’s just a lack of vision.” Harvey nodded. “That’s a wise decision. Besides, clothes make as much of a statement as music when it comes to a band. Do you even remember more than four or five songs by Kiss? Nah. Their style though? Iconic.” He smiled, already eager for this conversation. Heath was a kindred spirit, they understood each other at many levels. “Tiring, actually. My father is renovating all the offices in the building so that’s stressing me out quite a bit. Hence the retail therapy today. How about you?”

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nomonetnolouvre :

“I guess it’s part excitement, part never-ending stress, and dread. There are definite pros and cons to either situation, I could definitely never handle being homeless though so I really hope this art career takes off for me,” Amadeus mused, laughing at the thought. The home vibe wouldn’t suit him, the streets would eat him alive that was almost for certain. “I suppose if you ever want to take a risk and get the adrenaline rush you can just go cliff jumping or something along those lines.”

As Harvey spoke, Amadeus would nod attentively as he listened to the man’s explanation. It was difficult to not feel a little intimidated, even know when the other man appeared so down to Earth, with a job and a responsibility like that it was almost remarkable that his ego wasn’t as big as his younger brothers. It was actually quite admirable, to say the least. “That sounds really interesting, and you enjoy the work? I mean that’s the dream, being well paid and loving what you do. It’s pretty much what everyone is striving for.”

At the question, the man couldn’t help a string of laughter falling from his lips. A lasting grin remaining on his face before rolling his shoulders, “I’m pretty sure, I’ve driven into New York a dozen times in the Nissan before. It’s not that bad, if not just a little slow. But hey, I’d be down for a road trip, it would be rude to say no and I’d love to see my painting’s new home. You’re basically adopting one of my children so…”

     “You could always marry into money too. I’ve heard that works quite often.” He laughed, but it was the truth, it had worked for his mother and he guessed indirectly for him and Logan as well. Even though Harvey was making his own money now, and he was damn good at it, he knew things wouldn’t have been the same if he hadn’t had his trust fund’s support. He shook his head. “I don’t think I could go cliff jumping. That’s a little too much adrenaline for me. I have, however, done a parachute jump. That was wild.”

It felt really easy to talk to Amadeus about anything. He was used to talking to people he didn’t really know. It was basically what he had to do at company galas or cocktails. This conversation was different though, it was genuine, it wasn’t small talk or business talk. The man in front of him made him feel like he really wanted to get to know him, and the feeling was mutual. “Yes, very much.” He accompanied the statement with a nod. “I know it doesn’t sound like the funniest job in the world and most people think I’m lying, but I don’t. It’s tough at times, but I wouldn’t change it. The money is a great incentive too, why lie about it?”

Harvey chuckled, trying to lighten the fact that he had pretty much just insulted his car. “Yes, yes, sorry, I didn’t mean to bash your car or anything, I’m just... a bit picky when it comes to my rides.” He grinned at Amadeus’ reply, suddenly so excited by the prospect of spending approximately four hours inside a vehicle with him. “Good. Does Saturday work for you then?”

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solbergb :

Bertram’s probably gawking, but he can’t help it. First of all, conversation with strangers has never been his strong suit, and he’s trying to pull it together like, you know, an adult, and manage a conversation. Secondly, attractiveness throw into the melting pot doesn’t help by any means. His own gaze follows the other’s to the boots. “Yeah, well, I don’t usually venture too far from the Ralph Lauren men’s section sort of vibe…” He chuckles out awkwardly, briefly chewing on his bottom lip. “Suppose this is what I get for trying anything that’s not an Oxford or a Derby…”

Listening intently, he nods along to the advice, watching the other skim through the clothing rack. He silently nods and takes the grey denim for the stranger. There’s a beat where he’s still trying to catch up to such an unexpected interaction, before shaking his head slightly and returning to the present from where his mind had drifted. “Oh, yes, um - Bertram. Bertram Solberg.” There’s a bashful smile as he takes the other hand formally. “Um, it may ring familiar? Honestly I’m not great with names, but a pleasure despite it.”  Eyeing the jeans, he turns bak to the mirror and holds the jeans in front of his waist. “So, uh- are you some sort of fashion expert in your own write, or specifically a fanatic for men’s bootwear?”

     Harvey chuckled, giving the other a brief shrug. “You’ve got to get out of your comfort zone, that’s what fashion is all about, you have to make a statement. Besides, those boots paired with those pants would look great on your legs. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.” He had been shy at first, a bit hesitant due to the fact that he was actually intruding someone’s private shopping time. However, now that the other man didn’t seem upset about it, it seemed like he couldn’t stop talking.

“A pleasure to meet you, Bertram. I hope you forgive me for butting in.” He tilted his head. It wasn’t every day someone in town didn’t know about either him or his brother. Bertram seemed more like Logan’s age, so he had guessed that was the best option, but apparently not. “Maybe that’s for the best. My brother is a bit of a troublemaker and you don’t seem like the type. But you do seem of around his age, so I kind of assumed. You know how people are in this town, everyone knows everyone.” He didn’t mean the comment to sound diminishing, but something in his voice made it seem that way. “No, not really, I’m a business man actually. I just have a passion for clothes, you know, some people like drawing, I like shopping, a lot.”

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genandcoke :

Gen’s smile widened a bit more. “Well, I must be the luckiest girl on Earth right now then. I would love your help. I’m not really good at-” she gestured to the clothes in an awkward fashion. “Fashion isn’t really my strong suit, I’m gonna be honest. I’m more of a t-shirt and jeans kind of person. I don’t exactly have a style. The only reason I’m here really is because my family kicked me out of the house for working too much. I’m supposed to be ‘treating myself’.” She drew air quotes around the last part, looking at him sheepishly. She wasn’t really good at any of this but this really nice stranger was making this trip a whole lot better. “I put myself into your hands. She’s All That me. I’ll be the Laney to your Zack.” God, she really needed to stop making references to 90′s romcoms. 

     Harvey smiled. It was nice that someone at home was kicking her out to treat herself. His father would have thought that was appalling. There was no thing as working too much if you were a Parrish. It was a thought he himself shared for the most part, but still it was great that people in her family cared about her like that. “If you’re out here treating yourself, then you need to buy something that makes you feel good. Imagine you’re going somewhere you enjoy being. For me, it would be a cocktail, and I would be wearing a tailored Marc Jacobs with a touch of colour, uhm, a Thom Browne tie. Now you tell me. Where it would be and what would you be wearing?” Imagination exercises were good to find out people’s goals, he used them in the office too. He laughed at the reference. “I hope this isn’t your way of telling me I look like Freddie Prinze Jr.”

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nomonetnolouvre :

“I guess it’s only useful if you’re nosey, like me,” Amadeus remarked cheekily with a grin. He was always good at being truthful, even if the truth wasn’t what someone wanted to hear he had a talent for flipping it and making it sound appealing. “That’s respectable, but like I said, I wish I could be the same. I’m just a sucker for procrastinating. Oh please, I highly doubt the career of an not yet established painter is more exciting than yours. My parents like to call me unemployed, it’s the new family joke.” 

The man nodded his head in reply to Harvey’s question, half hoping he wouldn’t ask more about his parent’s careers. Not out of privacy, but just because Amadeus had always been bad at explaining, he’d never taken any interest in the banking career, there was no way he could tell anyone what either one of his parents did in the bank and look stupid in front of Harvey Parrish was in no way his intentions for the morning. “Yup,” he answered shortly with a faint smile, “bankers. What is it you do exactly? I think I’ve heard from so many other people, it’d be nice to hear it from yourself.”

At the compliment, a flustered smile washed over Amadeus’ face. Now beaming, he still looked at Harvey, his eyes glistening with an obvious admiration, Amadeus was never too good at hiding that. “Thank you, I’m glad you admire it as much as myself. So, I can deliver it to your office for no extra charge by tomorrow- or whenever is convenient. Shockingly it actually does fit in my Nissan Micra, I know, it’s a miracle, I thought the same thing when I brought it here this morning,” he jested, scratching the back of his neck. “I know that feeling,” Amadeus mused once more, although said with total honestly as Harvey took a step closer. “I dread to think, it’s a real shame"

     Harvey chuckled. It was not every day that someone admitted to something like that so freely. In his world, everyone was nosey but no one talked about it. Somehow, that silly confession put a warm smile on his face. “That’s the exciting part, don’t you think? You never know what’s going to happen. My life has its little moments of excitement, of course, but overall I always have a safety net to fall to. I worked hard for it to be like that. I don’t like taking risks, but I guess that also means the adrenaline is lost on me.”

He shrugged, not really wanting to get into too much detail. Not because he didn’t like to talk about his job, on the contrary, but he didn’t want Amadeus to think he was just a boring workaholic. He was probably going to figure that out later anyway. “I started evaluating finance opportunities, kind of like a finance consultant but inside the company. My father didn’t want me to have a very high up position, which I appreciate, I like to work for my achievements. At the end of last year I got promoted to Junior CEO, which basically makes me kind of a vice CEO? My father is a majoritarian owner so it means I’m going to take his place once he retires.”

It was impossible not to notice the way Amadeus looked at him, and it was even more difficult not to return the look. He was simply mesmerising, and every time he sent him one of those smiles, Harvey could feel himself more and more attracted to him. “Are you sure you want to drive all the way to New York City with a car like that? I mean no disrespect but I would hate it if it broke down because of me. If you want I can pick you up and we can go together in my car. I want the artist’s opinion on where to put it.” 

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heatharlington :

He heard Harvey’s voice before he actually saw him, being throughly wrapped up in choosing between a pair of black leather boots with gold accents, or black leather boots with spikes. As soon as Heath’s eyes landed on him, though, they got up, one of each boot still on their feet, and went over to him, clapping him on the back as they stopped. “You should listen to him, you know. He’s one of the few people in this town who knows how to properly pair a brown shoe with a grey trouser, which is saying something. People think, oh, it’s fine because it’s not black and brown, but it’s just not true. You have to consider the shades of grey and brown,” Heath said, like he was telling some grand secret. They gave the person a smile and then looked at Harvey. “Are you giving out free fashion advice now, Harvey? Because I could use an opinion.”

     Harvey laughed as he immediately recognised Heath’s voice. He turned to them, ignoring the other person for a second. His eyes of course went right away to his feet. Leather boots, a classic - not one he preferred due to his predilection for formal wear but very in brand when it came to Heath Arlington. “Don’t even make me start with all that. People should just stay away from grey and brown completely. Only Andy Garcia was able to fully pull it off and that’s because he was The Godfather.” He turned around, ready to keep talking about the shoes and the pants but the third person had just left. He shrugged. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I was just trying to help. Anyway, yes, the boots- right? Honestly, go for spikes, black spikes if they’re available. It makes them look way classier.”

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solbergb :

 Bertram’s brows instinctively furrow as he’s addressed, as is always his initial reaction for spontaneous interaction he didn’t sign up for. He was preoccupied with looking at himself in the full length mirror when he spun around to see the source of the voice. He’s taken back a bit visual, and he takes a beat to examine the other before sputtering out a response. “Oh - god, no. I know. Trust me I’m not trying these on because some eighteen year old retail worker insist they’re ‘super cute’…” He assures the other with an awkward chuckle. “Though admittedly even I’m struggling here… I’ve been wanting a Chelsea boot for eons now, but God help me I can’t find anything that doesn’t look disgusting to pair it with…” He mutters under his breath, examining the boots in the mirror before catching himself. 

Scratching the back of his neck as he turns to Harvey again. “I’m rambling, not that you care, ha. Uh, thanks, though! Thanks for - looking out for me there, I suppose?”

     Harvey chuckled. “Eons is a very long period of time. It’s a wonder you haven’t found anything to go with them.” He looked at the guy in front of him up and down, focusing on the boots he had chosen. “If you don’t mind waiting for me here, it’ll just be a moment.” He walked towards one of the racks, standing there for a minute and then deliberately choosing two pair of pants. “Now,” he said, returning to the mirror. “most people think the best item to combine Chelsea boots are skinny jeans. Most people are wrong. Unless you’re member of a British boy band, no skinny jeans please. Take these, dark grey denim, straight, they should work. Also no belt, please, don’t even think about it.”

He smiled, extending his free hand while he handed the jeans with the other. “Harvey Parrish. You might know my brother Logan.”