#immcterial

[cmerys-blog]

   facing a building like the the david h koch theater by himself is something that would ordinarily be so far out of emery’s comfort zone as to be laughable. due entirely to the fact that winnie had initially showed him how to get here and exactly where to go, however–and thanks to the amount of times he’s now done it, not to mention the number of performances he’s attended–emery feels almost relaxed standing in the lobby while he waits for winnie to come out of the dressing rooms. some of the employees have even begun to recognize him ( although emery suspects they might think he’s his brother ) and the friendly smiles make a world of difference. it’s the third time he’s seen hallelujah junction already but when winnie appears in the lobby, emery shoves an enormous bouquet of roses into his hands like it’s the first time. “you were so good, win!” he exclaims, engulfing the other in a hug and crushing the flowers between them. it’s genuine, but there’s some part of him that’s perhaps trying to make up for the fact that the rest of their family isn’t here. “i know i’m probably biased but i really think you’re the best one up there.” // @immcterial

[maxhelders-blog]

mix tape - avi

send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse:

1. baby, i’m yours - arctic monkeys2. take me to church - hozier3. keep on loving you - cigarettes after sex4. visions of gideon - sufjan stevens5. when we were young - adele

[cmerys-blog]

     it’s become something of a habit for emery to walk up to the first floor of the apartment building and take the elevator from there to get up to his own floor. if asked, he might have said it’s simply for a little bit of exercise--a lame excuse considering the amount of walking he does around the city, but at least he’s never had to use it. the real reason is that he always hears piano music coming out of one of the apartments, and not just any piano music, either. it’s always classical pieces, and although there’s quite a lot of debussy emery usually hears drifting under the door, he knows he’s heard beethoven one or two times and it makes him feel inexplicably connected to the tenant even though he’s never even seen who lives there. until, of course, the day finally comes when the door opens as he’s passing by, and it’s not at all what emery had expected; it’s a boy, for one thing, and he’s cute enough that emery feels an instant blush light up his face. he could make a run for it, but for once in his life he doesn’t. “hi!” he practically yells instead, a little too loudly and with much too much force for a simple greeting. “sorry, i was just--i w-was listening to your...” he breaks off, takes a breath, and continues hurriedly, “the piano, you play a lot? you must really like debussy, beethoven’s my favorite and lizst is a close second but debussy is definitely up there in my top five.” a ringing silence follows his messy declarations and the warmth in his cheeks deepens. he wants suddenly to sink right into the floor. “sorry, i-i just...like classical piano a lot. um--i’m emery. i live on the f-f-fifth floor.” // @immcterial