height: 5′11 but if he tells you 6′ he’s having a really good day
occupation: Musician and producer, mostly. He owns his own fully independent recording studio and record label. He's also a stoner who used his knowledge to recently open his own so far successful dispensary chain.
Keys grew up homeless and in the foster care system. As a child he was often in trouble and misunderstood, coloring on walls, taking things apart, and making noise with whatever he could since he had no idea he was autistic and wasn't given much of an outlet to handle that or explore his creativity in his foster homes.
He'd often end up in fights but it was always standing up for other people, his biggest pet peeve being bullies. And cops.
Feeling like he was practically raising himself, he ran away as a teenager when he couldn't handle being in the system anymore. Due to this, despite his playful mild-mannered demeanor, he's pretty scrappy and knows how to take care of himself. Although he still only fights if he's protecting someone.
Keys found fame several years ago when he finally had the means to create the music he'd always wanted and uploaded it online, leading to an impressive string of viral hits until he eventually found himself topping charts.
Now a multiple grammy winner and highly in-demand composer and producer. But for Keys, there is a lot of resentment in now being "famous", largely in part of his past.
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it'd been a while since evan let himself completely go at a party, and for good reason. he had a hard time knowing when to stop, his emotions always controlled him, no matter how much he thought he put his past behind him. though the cafe had been near empty when he came in, traffic was picking up and it suddenly seemed like the worst idea to be at a public setting when he could feel his heartbeat in his head. he nodded along to whatever the person in front of him was saying, none of it actually registering in his brain, his sunglasses covering up the fact that he had his eyes closed. when silence fell over them, evan realized it was his turn to speak and in a panic said, "yes, i totally agree with you there."
Quirking an eyebrow, Keys grins curiously. "So you agree, you totally look like death warmed over right now?" Chuckling a bit, he shakes his head. "Is the coffee helping any?" Voice full of genuine concern.
as fun as it was getting involved in drama himself, much to the horror of his pr team, luke had promised to be decently good tonight. so observing was where he was at. cheshire grin brightened considerably when the woman threw her drink in the man's face. finally. only downside was that she didn't also slap him before storming off. ❝ look at his face, ❞ spoken in a mock whisper as luke leaned closer to keys. ❝ i thought he resembled a tomato before thanks to his outfit but now his face completes the look. ❞
Tilting his head, Keys bites back a smile. "Why do all men make the same face when they're in trouble?" Wrinkling his nose, he makes a small noise of disgust at himself before putting a hand to his chest. "Dear god, Do I make that face when I'm in trouble?" Looking genuinely concerned and part horrified, he tucks hopelessly tousled hair behind his ear. "Is this like, a curse we have or something? Some shared idiocy that's uncurbable and will linger forever?"
“Do you think anyone who overhears us thinks we’re gross and cheesy? I love it though. It’s like no matter what comes into my head even if it’s like verbal melted gouda I’m not worried about saying it out loud because I know you’ll understand me.” Leaning forward she presses a couple of loving kisses against his lips, cupping his cheeks with her hands in the process just because keeping him close like this was her favourite thing. And to be able to do it while they were out in public now instead of keeping ‘professional’ around him unless they were in the privacy of one of their homes? It was intoxicating. Giving her this heady rush she hoped would never fade away. “You should write songs, you’re so amazing with words, everything you says is like a poem.” Her tone was teasing but in an entirely loving way, peppering a couple of kisses along the corner of his mouth and across his jawline unable to keep her hands or lips off him. His whisper in her ear made the blonde giggle as she felt his hands slide down onto her ass, taking a fraction of a step closer to him so her body was pressed against his, grinning openly. “You love the sounds coming out of me do you? Any particular ones or is it just in general?” She murmurs with her hand on the back of his neck, swaying their bodies slightly to the humming rhythm of the music but hardly enough for it to even be visible to those that were not the two of them. “Even if the place isn’t haunted I’d be more than happy to give you a private show of some of those noises. You just name the time.” Pressing her face into his neck as she gave the skin there a kiss, opening her mouth enough to bite down on the soft flesh there delicately. Humming under her breath as she did so.
Honestly, Collins had spent almost all the free time she’d had in Paris trying to find the perfect ring for him in this context and the fact he was pleased with what she’d come up with made her so happy it was almost selfish. Like the gift had been for her because she knew if he’d appreciated it then it would make her whole night, no, her whole week. Their kiss deepens rapidly as her hands move down his body, fingers moving across his back, one hand coming around to his chest, not shy in the way she was literally feeling him up in a room full of people but if the truth be told when they kissed everyone else melted away so easily the blonde entirely forgot they were there. “No, I don’t ever want you dying out. You’re the stars because your beauty will burn for millions of years even after you’re gone, people will still look at you like you’re the most magical thing in the whole dark world that surrounds us.” Giggling as he pressed a couple of kisses to her lips she put her hand over his on her chest, resting her forehead against his. “Maybe, but I would be the siren that only called you close because she wanted to make sure you got all the amazing things you deserved, not because I would ever want to cause you any distraction.” Wrapping her hand around his she lifted it up so she could press a kiss to where the ring wrapped around his finger, gazing at it for a couple of seconds before doing the same thing a couple more times. “It’s the perfect fit, see…I knew the second I saw it that it was made for you. And now it is exactly whre it belongs, just like me, with you.”
"I most certainly hope so. Hopefully it be a lot less likely to have to bare people hitting on you when I say out loud I'd remove several of their fingers. An ear. Maybe even a pinky toe." The sound of his voices raises as he actually does say it loud enough for the whole bar to him. Ignoring the looks shot their way as he smiles and laughs. "How poetic is that?" Lightheartedly, he teases his lover back. "What's eternal love without a little noble violence. And well aged cheese." Blushing a bit, his nose crinkles with the smile. Large hands placed firmly on her waist and the small of her back, bringing her impossibly closer. At this point the musician had all but forgotten there were other people in the room with them. This being the first time they got to be themselves together in a room full of them.
When her teeth meet his skin, there's no helping the slight fear that arises this might be a dream. Like all the others he's had of how this moment would go. Cutting the last bit of red tape between them that seemed like a torturous prison. The hand on the small of her back ventures dangerously lower, wanting to feel the warmth of her skin just beneath the fabric of the skirt she's wearing. But he's at least aware enough to consider they're still in public, even though as she goes on he finds it harder and harder to care. "The first time we were together I realized I had been praying wrong this whole time. You know by now I don't believe in god in sentient terms. Like some great big being in the cosmos casting judgement on already chosen fates. But I've never heard someone say "oh god" as much as you have...or do, when you're gracious enough to allow me to explore. And ravish. And worship. We pray to a different god. Mine is somewhere in you. And I'm addicted to the way you call out to yours when when I'm worshipping." That, he practically purrs into her ear. Softer this time because it's just for her. "I'm sorry, Sunflower. That I ever kept you a secret. Even if I thought it was protecting you. A love like yours deserves all the sunlight to bloom." He's glad they're so close in the ambient lighting of the decadently adorned room so he can take in the features that he's memorized by now a million times over and still somehow never gets sick of it. Of her. "That is to say, whenever you exist is the time." This time, his hand slips just below the hem of the daringly short fabric of her skirt, fingers traveling just slightly against the outside of her thigh to tease.
"It is the perfect fit. Just like you're the perfect distraction." Deep hazel eyes meeting those that reminded him of mountain lakes, much more calming and mesmerizing than the way the ocean churns. The way she's touching him almost makes it even easier to focus on her. His wandering hands slow and exploratory by comparison. Sometimes he imagined the goosebumps that formed along her skin as some sort of brail he's constantly trying to perfect understanding. "Ya know, I try so hard not to let all this go to my head. But it's almost impossible when the person with the biggest most mesmerizing heart in the room is practically proposing to you in the middle of a multi-million dollar party." Meeting her lips, he kisses her just as deeply. "Despite your protests, I am still the luckiest weirdo in the room."
" five hundred she throws the drink in less than that , " the femme jokes , a lighthearted chuckle escaping her as she watches over the crowd . these kinds of events always serve as the perfect excuse for not only scandals and gossip , but a way to have fun . " told you , " with a proud nod , alana watched as the woman throws her drink before returning her gaze to the male beside . " what do you think he said to her to react so quick ? "
Tilting his head while watching the scene unfold, Keys thinks for a moment. "Probably nothing. Which is somehow the worst thing to do in...Whatever situation he was in." Jutting his chin out to gesture at the aftermath of the couple, he sighs. "Men are just fucking awful. Absolute idiots. And I say this as an idiot man myself." Placing a hand on his chest, he shakes his head. Even though he found himself in a good situation right now, he's had his fair share of romantic dealings with men to have formulated the opinion. "We have to be foon sped common sense sometimes and it's such a curse."
“ we'll just make it a grand. ” and such a claim is reason enough to showcase the view of money he holds, a throwaway number the privileged few dismiss with ease. “ no, i'm pretty sure he's gonna get pushed in. ” the cigarette between two fingers falls to his side, clouds of tobacco aromaed smoke emitting into the air with a final glance back to the wandering man by the fountain. “ call it a hunch, ” and a smile forms, dimpling his cheeks, but it's the sort that lays claim to something hidden, something sterling has up his sleeve. “ deal? ”
He'd definitely feel guilty about how ridiculous it was taking bets on public arguments later. But for now this is where he was stuck. Fully overstimulated. Running on an exhausted sort of adrenaline and expensive alcohol among other things. All while pretending not to be, as usual. The only way for him to make it through these type of events was by destroying himself little by litte, it felt sometimes. "I'm wearing a cape tonight so my confidence is at all time low. Which means...Yes." Keys holds out his hand to shake with a doofy, inebriated grin. "If someone doesn't end up in those fountains tonight it might just be me. Of my own accord." Looking over at the fluid shimmering under the fancy lights and the natural light of the moon, he grins wistfully. "A dip might actually be nice."
incapable of withholding the giggles anymore, franny allows them to erupt between them, hand reaching out to lightly touch key’s arm as her head shakes from side to side. “ keys, i’m messing with you ! seriously, i’m not here to start anything. ” teasing notes behind her tone emphasize this comment, hand falling quickly so no one could take it for something that it’s not, smile remaining on her features. “ i’m glad you’re here with her – you know ? she’s really great, i’ve talked to her a few times, it’s almost impossible to hate her. ”
It's hard not to feel guilty, even when she says she's joking. He's not even upset about it, he deserves it and then some as far as he's concerned. His expression gives way to a slight gratefulness, softening in genuine surprise. "Really? I know there's no way to avoid being at the same things like this but I'd never want it to seem like I was rubbing it in your face." Although he can't help the small doofy grin that finds it way to his lips at just the mention of her. "Yeah she's...Incredible. Sometimes I can hardly believe she's real." He fidgets nervously with the bobbles on his jacket, fingers toying with the brass of a button. Still not wanting to seem like he's bragging, although to anyone else he would. The woman in front of him was still someone he cared deeply about. Making genuine friends in all of this seemed few and far between and he was lucky to not only find them, but keep them. "What about you? Here with anyone special or flying solo? Kissing any toads in all this?" Making a gesture, waving his hands around the room, he smiles.
"Oh, I have no problem admitting that at all. In fact I hardly ever do." Shrugging, he chuckles, swaying on his feet a little. "But I personally wouldn't recommend wandering around the dark corners too much, unless you've got some primo brain bleach material on your phone for after."
preoccupied with the failed attempt at dissolving his oral fixation dependency, sterling plucked the rolled cylinder from between his lips. forty eight hours of success diminished to an additional cigarette. his failure. “ what'd you . . . ” a pivoted turn and glance over his left shoulder display the climax of a bet never come to fruition. a man dripping in burgundy. a plight not to be coveted. “ no, no i want a rematch and triple the price. ” a trailing gaze studied each individual in sight for the allotted time their own circumstances deemed entertaining. until . . . “ ah, ” the back of his hand tapped against the other, an attention-gaining gesture and nod of his head. to the fountain's left a stumbling individual waded past the crowd, squinting at the flash of a camera. “ that one, falling in or pushing someone in? ”
"Nine hundred? I'm terrible at math so you're gonna have to correct me if I'm wrong but I'm in." The alcohol in his system made it a lot easier to enjoy the schadenfreude of the night. It's not that he was much above it but at least tried to play it a little smarter. Sometimes. As someone who valued privacy, seeing others lose control in such a public way felt like being at a zoo. Head immediately jerks in the indicated direction once his companion points out another unfortunate soul. "What if it's neither and this guy just ends up puking in the fountain?" Making a face as if he's already feeling sorry for the person, he tilts his head. "Kinda hard to live down ruining one of the most famous fountains in the world."
Blinking, his eyes go wide as he actually has to think for a second. "I... I mean, I think I was saying it was me who was all those things." This most certainly wasn't the best conversation to be having in the middle of a party. Drunk. "But if you feel that way, I'm sorry. It's probably my fault. I know the way I ended things was abrupt but it felt like the right thing to do. Not drag you along knowing it wasn't going to work."
“You’ve certainly done your research that’s for sure.” And then the blush arrived instantly, her face falling into his shoulder as she let out a small giggle needing to hide from the heat that moved up her neck into her cheeks. Mind thrown back to many nights, and days, they’d spent together just so he could make sure to be as well versed as humanly possible in the intricacies of her legs. “Just a little trouble, just a tiny bit, a tad?” Leaning forward to press her lips against his impossibly close fingers quickly as she laughs yet again. The blonde had a sneaking suspicion that would be something she’d be doing a lot of tonight. She did it a lot anytime she was stood next to him, or laying next to him, sitting next to him…if Keys was there then Collins would be beaming for some reason or another. Even tears mostly derived from joy when she was with him. He was so easy to love even when he was being his deliciously goofy self, her stomach fluttering with butterflies as his lips connected with her neck causing goosebumps to run down her spine. “When they look like that, I would be delulu to think you wouldn’t look at them, I’m jealous of how they look like they just stepped off a runway. Then again they don’t get to go home with you because they’re not your official girlfriend so maybe I should pity them.” Her eyes follow the movement of his gaze as he starts looking around the room, looking back and forth. The mention of ghosts setting her heart rate spiking once more - her YouTube history filled with various videos of people hunting for exactly that, now if they could just combine both things mentioned it would be far and beyond Collins’ ideal night. “I was going to say, if we don’t find anyone we might just have to fix the problem ourselves. Even if we do find them they might be able to give us some good ideas of places we can go…though I have a couple of my own I can fill you in on later. Don’t count yourself out of getting into trouble just because I’m here…”
Her back against the bar as she excitedly explains the gift she’d bought him, spent hours of her free time in Paris scouring the dusty vintage shops and antique hole in the walls to find the exact right iteration of the gift so it fit Keys. Not just anyone, it had to be derivative of him which well…maybe she was biased but this one fit just the bill. Watching the golden glint of the ring as it hits his palm, laughing softly under her breath the way he pulls it up to his eyes, allowing the moment for him to properly take a look so she didn’t disturb. Maybe this was a terrible place for her to be giving a gift like this that required so much explanation but even the notion of dragging him off to a quieter corner of the party would in her opinion take too long, she needed to give it to him right this second. Sometimes patience wasn’t the girl’s strongest suit. “I love you too…” she whispered likely too quiet to be heard over the din of everyone talking but he’d know what she was saying. On the off chance he didn’t the way she kissed him back would convey it without a shadow of a doubt, back arching so she could press her torso against his her finger hooked into the belt of his trousers - though intended perfectly innocently to just keep him close to her for an extra couple of seconds. “Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.” She murmured with her lips close to his ear to be sure no word slipped under the radar, peppering a few kisses to the soft skin just below on his neck. “None of the stars I see dancing in front of me ever come close to measuring up to the ones I see when I look at you. Like when we first made eye contact - it was like a glitter gun went off in front of me. So much sparkle.”
Fireworks going on off in his chest is the best way he could describe what it felt like seeing her smile. Hearing her laugh. It was always accompanied by the explosion of his favorite colors in his head. "You know, every time you smile I think I gain a new superpower. Even if I don't know it yet. I can see so many things up here." Tapping his own forehead, he blushes a little at the confession. Collins is the only one he's shown how his brain works. Because somehow she just seemed to get it, or at least understand enough for him to be comfortable trying to explain himself in abstracts. It was the most he could manage sometimes. What made him such a savvy artist was always a double edge sword. "You're like a kaleidoscope with the most gorgeous stained glass windows. I'll always be more enamored with the sunlight spilling through all your watercolors. Even if there's models in the room wearing nothing but their undies." Leaning in closer, he whispers directly into her ear. "But you forget you're a model. There's no need for wandering eyes when I know I've got you to look forward too." Smirk plays on his features even though he's being totally truthful. Collins being the only person he could be completely honest with. "If this place is haunted, we're just gonna have to give the ghosts a proper show. There's no way they don't love the sounds coming out of you, but not more than me. I'd fight a fuckin entity for you. Level the whole building, in fact." Hand ventures from her waist, shamelessly low, giving her butt a playful squeeze as he blushes himself, chuckling into her ear.
It's hard not to feel like the grinch. His heart feeling like it's growing ten times its size with every word she speaks. The way she looks at him. When she kisses him and he knows what she means because he can feel it. Something that he dreamed about his whole life and never thought possible. Being loved unconditionally. Somehow the woman in front of him managed to make him the safest he'd ever been from the moment they met. The ease of their candor growing into something so much greater it terrified him at first. Now they were in a room full of people operating as if they were the only ones in it thanks to the bond they shared. For him, a party like this most often meant stepping outside of himself and pretending to be someone almost foreign to himself. Keys hated the feeling of being a commodity, but knew it was something he had to accept to hold his position and help people like he's always imagined. The pressure was constant, but Collins always felt like coming up for air when constantly drowning. "It's pretty fitting. I'm the stars while you're the moon. I like the idea of burning by the thousands even after I've died out, just to give you light. The kind that everyone can see. No mistakes about how full of magic you are. Holding you up while people make wishes on your grace. Your beauty." Finally, he puts the ring on, smiling ear to ear as he does so before using the same finger to place gently over her heart. "Here is my home, and all I've got is to be grateful you'd have me." Placing several adoring kisses on her lips, he chuckles. "Needless to say, if you were actually a siren, I'd be so fucked right now." @collinsapsleyrp
“Child’s play, a thousand says she tips her drink on him but ends up getting it splashed on herself as well, ruins her silk corset, and blames him for that as well.” Esmay replied, leaning over so the man could hear her, as she watched the decent into madness with relish. Sipping on her espresso martini safe in the knowledge she was wearing black so no spillage would stop her from looking utterly impeccable. “Keep watching…” she murmurs as the scene carries on unfolding, a cocky smirk playing on her lips as she watched splash back hit the woman’s outfit. Now all that remained was too see if she noticed. “Honestly that red wine is doing gods work, clearly no one told her Party City wasn’t the best place for procuring her wig. Shake and go at best, even Kelly Mantel would never.”
"Hell yeah. Deal." Perking up even more, he holds his hands up to his eyes like binoculars. Maybe he had more than enough to drink himself tonight already. And the edible was finally kicking in. He didn't usually take pleasure in other's misfortune, but if he had to be here and watch people be assholes, he might as well enjoy it. Before he has time to answer, actually proud of himself to have gotten most of those references, the wine thrower shrieks. Her hands meet the mans chest, "get me something to wipe off you fucking, dickhead!" What's even more astonishing is that after the guy seems to wait a few beats, obviously still processing what just happened at all, he obeys her command, skittering off while rubbing at his eyes. His hand drop from the "binoculars" he's holding and he actually begins a slow clap. One that prompts one of the most murderous looks he's ever seen from wine thrower. "You think she's mad?" Leaning over, he deadpans sarcastically into his new friends ear.
"Three hundred bucks she pours her drink on him in about two minutes. Max. Four if she actually smacks him." People watching was at its prime when attending events like this. So far he's counted at least two breakups happening. Another person getting caught kissing someone they apparently weren't supposed to. The screaming match going on now though could be heard from halfway across the garden where he thought he'd be safe to go out and get some air. As predicted the wine in the woman's cup hits the mans face with force enough for him to be able to hear the splash too. "Well, that was a lot quicker than I thought."
“You think I have the legs? God you’re perfection.” Squeezing his hand back without a second of hesitation, it was instinctive at this point as a comfort for herself just as much as it was for him. Collins knew she wasn’t going to let go of it anytime soon because she could tell just by looking at the man he was feeling a little overwhelmed. It was her mission to make him relax enough to enjoy the evening because otherwise there was no point in them being there, if they didn’t have fun then she’d rather be doing something that did put a smile on his face instead. That beautiful smile she strove to pull from him every single day. Letting out a soft laugh as he so easily agreed on the drink front she pressed a couple of kisses to his jawline as he looked around the room, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck fondly. “Or three…or four…it’s a party after all.” His arm around her waist felt like it fit to perfection, how did he manage to do that? He touched her and it just felt correct when so many times in the past that small thing had felt so wrong under the hand of anyone else, like her body had been telling her ‘not yet’ until she finally came into contact with the man next to her right now. “Oh shush, have you taken a look around the room? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a collection of more beautiful people. There was a girl I saw a second ago in basically just her underwear and she just looked….like a woodland nymph. Honestly extraordinary. Like a Victoria secret model. Not a patch on you though.” As they arrived at the bar she could wait no longer - he was right if she waited even one more second the whole thing would burst from inside her chest. “So have you heard of a posy ring? It’s based on the French word 'poésy', to describe a motto or poem inscribed inside a ring. So while I was in Paris I went hunting in all the vintage shops I could find until…” She paused, unblocking the latch on her bag to pull out a small silver cloth bag that she passed over to him. “They were most popular between the 15th to 17th century so..perfect for this party right? So when I found this one I knew you had to have it…and I needed to be the one to give it to you. It's horribly corny but...i'm horribnly corny so..."
"I would say you've got the market cornered on legs. Spent enough time kissing the length of them to consider myself an expert." He teases, already anticipating the blush that'll creep its way to her cheeks at the comment. Briefly, he presses his forehead to hers, laughing as she suggests even more drinks. "It is a party, and I'm looking forward to getting into a little trouble at least." He pulls back just enough to raise his hand, pinching his fingers together when he says "a little". "Since you're here I'm fairly certain I don't have to worry about ending up in jail this time." Making fun of himself again, he chuckles before quirking an eyebrow. "First night as my girlfriend in public and you're already encouraging me to look at other women in their undies." Making a tsk'ing sound, he shakes his head pretending to be disappointed before giving her waist a playful squeeze and leaning over to kiss her neck. "Although seeing people have arrived half naked is probably going to be the least surprising thing going on tonight. The air feels funny and the walls are buzzing. There's something about this place..." Trailing off, his eyes scan the room again, goosebumps forming on his arms. "We gotta do some exploring later. It feels haunted." Eyes widen when they return to the beautiful woman on his arm. "So we either find a ghost or drunk people banging where they're not supposed to be. Sounds like an adventure either way. And no, I'm no way opposed to be part of the latter. Just throwing that out there." He playfully tickles his fingers up her side, grinning mischievously as they find a space at the bar.
His smile only grows as soon as she starts talking so excitedly about the gift. Leaning in closer to make sure he doesn't miss a word over the sound of the party, she has his full attention even in the most crowded of rooms. When she hands him the bag, fingers toy with the fabric for a few moments as he smiles, actually nervous to take it out for some reason. But eventually he undoes the tie and turns the ring out onto the palm of his hand. He doesn't have his glasses on so he brings the ring up close to his eyes, delicately turning it in his fingers so he can take in how intricately detailed it is despite being such a small thing. Chest swells as his heart races a little faster at just the sheer emotion of the gesture. How much thought and effort she put into it. One of the countless reasons he adored her was because he was more than certain she had the biggest heart out of anyone he'd ever met. For her to be sharing even a small piece of it with him still felt unbelievable most of the time. "It's gorgeous. Perfect. Just like you. I love you...so much." Stepping forward to close the space between them, he places a hand on her cheek, thumb rubbing along the mole he likes to kiss there. Keys kisses her again, taking his time to express how grateful he was by pouring it into gesture. His forehead is still gently pressed against hers when they part. "What's it say? On the inside?" The question comes out in a whisper as if they're sharing a secret. @collinsapsleyrp
