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Post by HARVEY HAVOC on Jan 15, 2013 12:31:43 GMT -8
[newclass=.canon]height: 250px; width: 440px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonh] background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; opacity: 0; height: 240px; width: 430px; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonh:hover] opacity: 0.7; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; [/newclass] [newclass=.canonname]width: 480px; height: 0px; background-color: #78b3dc; font-family: open sans condensed; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canoninfo]font-family: wire one; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 30px; margin-top: -5px; padding-top: 70px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonlyrics]font-family:calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; padding-left: 120px; padding-right: 120px; [/newclass] THEIR EULOGIES SANG ME TO SLEEP i don't know hwo people are going to respond to this, but i'm excited to get startedddd! signings were always something that harvey really enjoyed, if only because she got to meet her fans up close. sure there were little meet and greets by the buses, but harvey much prefered sitting down and being able to have a decent conversation with people. luckily for her, seeing as it was the start of tour, the signing tables weren't really that busy and thus the young frontwoman got a better chance to meet the people who could make her life possible. she wasn't an idiot, she knew that if it weren't for the fans, she would still be at home in norway, possibly struggling with what do to with her life. though she did have a back up plan to become an authors, she knew it was even harder to become that, seeing as much more books were published a day than bands who were signed. so, she had the people lined up. holding t-shirts and posters for her to sign. although her hand tended to cramp up after a while, she still kept a smile on her face and tried not to let it bother her - harvey havoc wanted to be known for treating her fans well and that was what she was going to do.
looking up at each individual person and asking for their name, she kept a smile on her face. everyone seemed to excited to meet her and that alone was still mind-blowing for the younf frontwoman. six years in the industry and she still couldn't believe that all of these people showed up just so that they could meet her. all of them over the moon that she was able to sign their item of choice; she even had one girl cry when harvey explained that she really liked the girl's shirt. at times she thought it was a little ridiculous, to see some people completely idolize her. in no way did harvey feel like a 'goddess'.
running a hand through her hair, she watched as yet another fan walked up with a drawing in her hands, "hey! what have you got in your hand there?" she asked before the girl timidly showed her a picture of harvey, drawn incredibly detailed and almost realisticly, "woah dude, did you draw that?" harvey asked stunned by the realness of it. the girl simply nodded, again timid and probably intimidated by the woman in front of her, "i was wondering if you could sign it?" the girl asked before she placed the drawing down on the table in front of the woman she apparently idolized enough to draw and very detailed picture of her, "of course! what's your name?" she asked before the girl's face brightened, "Melanie." she stated, simply before harvey started to write on the back of the piece of paper, not wanting to ruin the picture.
once it was signed, harvey handed the masterpiece back to the girl and smiled, "you have a gift! don't let it die." she stated, hoping to give the girl some wise words before she moved over to the rest of the band, who happily signed the picture as well.
harvey was about to turn to the next person when she heard their manager state that the band needed a break for food before coming back and finishing up the line. in all honesty, harvey was slightly relieved; she had barely noticed her stomach growling at her to fill it with something, anything. it was also nice to just turn and talk to her band mates, have a little bit of a recap before going back in for the long haul. |
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Post by mathias klosgÅrd on Jan 20, 2013 17:15:14 GMT -8
with bloodshot eyes i watch you sleeping
 Anyone who knew about Succubus knew that Mathias Klosgård was the quiet one of the group – unless he’d been drinking. He had not been drinking that day, but he had been drinking the day before and he was suffering for it now. Kids were lined up, waiting to get his signature on various things – t-shirts, albums, posters. Mathias didn’t know what say to these kids. He found it so hard to speak when he was hung over, let alone speak in English! Mathias was extremely good at being awkward at meet and greets. There were so many photos of him on the internet with an awkward, off guard, half smile with his eyes half closed and his arm awkwardly draped around a fan. He was never sure how appropriate it was to touch a fan during a photo. He didn’t know what to say to these kids, how to interact with people who thought of him highly. He usually did his awkward smile, muttered a thank you and signed whatever they gave him. He didn’t know how to cope with the girls who flirted with him, what was he going to say to them? They could be underage or anything. It was all so difficult. He was wearing a pair of black jeans with a chain from his belt to his back pocket, a loose white t-shirt and a thin black hoody. His hair had lightened dramatically in the sun and was resting on his shoulders in a greasy mess. He was looking decidedly sullen but he did his best to smile at every fan who turned their attention to him. He had a large cup of black coffee in his right hand and a Sharpie in his left. A fan handed him a really old picture of the band. It was a review of one of their earliest gigs in a Norwegian. Mathias looked up at him in disbelief. “Vhere did you get zis?” He asked with a grin. The young blonde boy grinned and explained that his father was Norwegian and he sent it to him from Norway when he heard that he liked the band. “Zat is vonderful! Zat’s really cool.” Mathias signed the corner of the page and handed it back to the boy who nodded his head and repeatedly thanked Mathias. “Vhere in Norway does your fazzer live?” Mathias asked, “Dokka.” The boy replied. “My grandmuzzer is from zhere.” Mathias grinned, taking a sip of his coffee. The boy asked for a picture and Mathias did his best not to look ridiculous. The boy moved on just as the manager said it was time for some lunch. Mathias swiftly got to his feet and left the meet and greet table. He put a cigarette between his lips, lit it and began smoking hungrily. He pushed up the sleeves of his hoody, having to keep his cigarette dangling precariously between his lips. “This country is so warm.” He muttered to Harvey in Norwegian, hanging back to walk beside her. He realised he’d left his coffee at the table and sighed, “We should get coffee. Yes?”Mathias was struggling with American food. He just wanted to eat normal, Norwegian food and all he was presented with was processed crap. Of course, there was no such thing as a Norwegian restaurant. He just wanted to sit down and eat torsk and relax. The idea of food brought bile to the back of his throat, “You’re so lucky you’re never hung over.” He grunted, shivering a little and feeling overwhelmingly fed up. He threw his cigarette on the ground and ordered a coffee. He decided against braving any sort of food. [ooc] i probably shouldn't type his accent. haha. sorry it's so crappy. my brain is friiieeddd. [/ooc] |
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Post by HARVEY HAVOC on Jan 21, 2013 0:36:51 GMT -8
[newclass=.canon]height: 250px; width: 440px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonh] background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; opacity: 0; height: 240px; width: 430px; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonh:hover] opacity: 0.7; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; [/newclass] [newclass=.canonname]width: 480px; height: 0px; background-color: #78b3dc; font-family: open sans condensed; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canoninfo]font-family: wire one; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 30px; margin-top: -5px; padding-top: 70px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonlyrics]font-family:calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; padding-left: 120px; padding-right: 120px; [/newclass] THEIR EULOGIES SANG ME TO SLEEP omg yay, so excited for these two. throughout the recent weeks, the young norwegian woman had slowly started to realize just what her guitarist's real intentions were when it came down to their relationship. ever since they were kids, harvey believed that mathias was nothing more than a friend, a really good friend - if not the best- that she could tell pretty much anything to. when she had ended her serious relationship, she had run to mathias for comfort and he gave it willingly. now that she was realizing just how much she meant to him, she did't know which was worse, feeling the awkwardness of realizing that he wanted more from their relationship, or the guilt she felt for running to him with all ofh er love life problems, all the while having him wanting to be the one to love her. it killed her to have this sort of silent drama between them and harvey just did no do drama. mathias knew that, which was why harvey figured he was keeping his worrow under wraps or hiding it through drinking.
that was another thing that was worrying harvey; mathias seemed to be drinking a whole lot more and to the point of blacking out. being someone who was already opposed to drinking and drugs, seeing her best friend do it always made her upset. mathias even knew it but her still did it; of course, harvey knew that she couldn't effect mathias' decisions and would never make him stop doing something, just ebcause she didn't like it. but it didn't nessicarily mean that he had to do it all of the time. it almost seemed like after every show, he would end up asking harvey for a ride or to help him home. obviously the young woman was going to say yes, he was her best friend, afterall. how could she ever possibly say no to him, especially when he was in trouble?
seeing the drained look on his face, harvey simply shook her head, knowing that he was completel hung over from the night before. the only reason that she tolerated it at this point was because he was still being amazing towards his fans. still his awkward self - nothing out of sorts there. harvey half listened to the conversation between the boy and matt before she ran a hand through her hair and allowed herself to take a few moments for a break.
hearing him speak to her, she turned her attention back towards him. usually, she would ask him to repeat his sentence in english, if only to help him get used to it. instead, she switched the her own native tongue, having not spoken it in a while, kaffe høres bra ut. du betaler, ikke sant? coffee sounds good. you're paying, right?" she replied before she saw him pull out a ciagrette and light it. rising to her feet, she walked away from the tables and out towards the back entrance, where a coffee shop was only a few blocks away.
his comment about being hungover made her roll her eyes, "that would be because i chose not to be hungover." she replied in english before switching back to norwegian, hvorfor har du drukket så mye i det siste, anyways? "why have you been drinking so much lately, anyways?" |
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Post by mathias klosgÅrd on Jan 21, 2013 4:18:33 GMT -8
they call us problem child
 Mathias rolled his eyes when Harvey if he asked if he was paying for coffee. Ever since they had been old enough to drink coffee – so around the ridiculous age of ten – Mathias had never let Harvey pay for a single cup, not even when they were in a group. It was Mathias’ small way of feeling like maybe Harvey was his girlfriend, if he bought her things on a regular basis she would become used to it and miss it if it went away. “Of course I am.” He drawled, smirking at her, “I would not have it any other way!” He exclaimed, nudging her with his elbow. Even that small movement filled him with electricity. Until recently Mathias had been able to cope with any sort of affection from Harvey, but recently everything seemed like a much bigger deal to him. She spoke in English again, confusing him momentarily and then shook his head slightly at her as she told him that she chose not to get drunk. It was a widely known fact that Harvey Havoc (or Sandvik …or Klosgård as Mathias sometimes thought) did not drink, did not do drugs and was straight edge. She wasn’t preachy about it. Mathias liked that. Well, sometimes he liked that. Mathias couldn’t help but feel that if Harvey really cared about him she would make it more obvious that his drinking upset her. As if reading his mind she asked, “Why have you been drinking so much lately, anyways?” Oh boy, that was a story. When Harvey had been in her long term relationship, Mathias had finally cracked. His drinking had become more intense, due to an increase in funds and his increasing tolerance to the number of beers he could drink. Mathias now found that he wouldn’t feel drunk for a long time and then all of a sudden he would wake up in his bed and he had missed the whole night. It was something that scared him. There was one night, and although he got to his usual state of drunkenness that usually he wouldn’t remember, it had been like an out of body experience and every detail of that night was etched painfully into his memory. He had never said it out loud before. He had never admitted to anyone aloud – not even himself. But he had called his father, his idol, and told him. He had told him everything. And Ryker Klosgård had presented Mathias with a make or break situation – tell her how you feel or give up and move on. How was Mattie supposed to answer this question? “Because my unrequited love for you is beginning to become too much for me to bear while sober.” Instead of saying this he simply smirked and ordered her coffee for her in disjointed English. “I guess I just can’t handle my usual drinks now that I’m old.” He lied with a shrug of his shoulders. Having just turned twenty-five, Mathias felt ancient. He collected their coffees and looked at her for a second, his eyes meeting hers for the first time in this conversation, his heart skipped a beat and he looked back at the coffees in his hands, “Do you think we have time to sit down?” He asked, wondering how soon they were expected back at the signing tent. |
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Post by HARVEY HAVOC on Jan 21, 2013 18:45:38 GMT -8
[newclass=.canon]height: 250px; width: 440px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonh] background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; opacity: 0; height: 240px; width: 430px; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonh:hover] opacity: 0.7; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; [/newclass] [newclass=.canonname]width: 480px; height: 0px; background-color: #78b3dc; font-family: open sans condensed; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canoninfo]font-family: wire one; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 30px; margin-top: -5px; padding-top: 70px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonlyrics]font-family:calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; padding-left: 120px; padding-right: 120px; [/newclass] THEIR EULOGIES SANG ME TO SLEEP omg yay, so excited for these two. throughout their whole friendship, mathias had always paid for everything; it wasn't as though harvey didn't try to pay for things, mathias just would never let her. it was him who always insisted on paying for her and she figured it was just mathias doing a nice gesture for her. now that she had come to the realization of matt's feelings, she didn't know how to feel about it. so, when she teasingly stated that he would be paying for coffee, she silently kicked herself in the head for it. his response was normal, but now that harvey had it in her head that he had a crush on her, it was totally different. giving him a soft smile, she tried to make it seem as genuine as possible before she ran a hand through her hair and pushed it all to one shoulder, "i was joking. i'll pay for myself." she stated before looking ahead, "you don't always have to pay for me, you know." she stated, glancing towards him before she folded her amrs across her chest. it was cold in texas and she had left her jacket in the tent and her attire as of now wasn't exactly winter friendly.
once they had reached the shop and the two had ordered their coffe, harvey was glad to be holding it in her hands. turning to him, rose an eyebrow at his reply, du er ikke engang så gamle. "you aren't even that old." she stated, switching back to her native tongue before she heard him ask if they could sit down. having used to be the band manager, harvey was still strict when it came to being places on time and all that came along with it, but she knew that they had a good half hour before they had to be back. shrugging, she looked at him and nodded, "sure." she stated before finding them a table and sitting down at it. looking down at her coffee cup, she felt slightly awkward. feeling that like with erik was different to her and she didn't even know how to approach it. instead, she simply looked up at mathias and sat back in her seat, hva er du planer for i kveld? gå ut igjen? "what are you plans for tonight? going out again?" she inquired, knowing that the answer was probably going to be a 'yes'.
as much as she didn't wantto judge mathias for his life style, she was having a hard time accepting it. he ddn't used to be this bad, when it came to drinking, but now it just seemed to have increased. taking a sip of er coffee, she looked around the shop, seeing it fairly empty, jeg er bekymret for deg, vet du. i'm worried about you, you know." she statedm admitting to him that what he was doing was getting on her nerves at least somewhat. |
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Post by mathias klosgÅrd on Jan 22, 2013 12:45:44 GMT -8
they call us problem child
“You aren’t even that old.” Harvey scolded him. Mathias wished that she had just accepted his excuse and left it. He smiled and shrugged again, hoping that she would leave it. Mathias found it so much easier to speak Norwegian, especially at his current state of feeling. Then Mathias laughed, sat across from her and said, “Of course if I’m old, you’re catching up so you’re almost as old as me.” He took a sip of his coffee and looked at her again. She was looking beautiful – as usual. She always looked beautiful to him. And everyone else for that matter. She was gorgeous. She asked if he was going out tonight, he almost grimaced, knowing that she would disapprove. He smiled and shrugged a little, “I have plans with Diego, so yeah probably.” He looked at the cup in his hands and took another drink of the black coffee. His hangover wasn’t as bad as it had been, he was glad that he hadn’t eaten anything yet. “You’re welcome to come out,” He offered, knowing she would probably say no, “We are going to start drinking at our bus first, so we could all chill.” He arched an eyebrow at her. He wondered about adding that she would probably have to come and pick him up anyway. “I’m worried about you, you know.” This statement took his breath away. He looked at her for moment, stunned into silence and wondered how this was making him feel. He felt confused, shocked, a little happy, a little proud but mostly sad. It made him unhappy to know that she was affected by his behaviour. But still at the same time, he felt like he had won. She’d noticed him, she was thinking about him. “You have nothing to worry about, I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” He lifted his coffee to his lips, spilt a little on his hand and tried to look earnest. He wished he could say something more helpful, more convincing, but there was nothing he could say. Sometimes he was not entirely sure that he was okay, he didn’t think he had a problem but he didn’t think he think he was entirely in control. He put his coffee back onto the table and rubbed his lightly burnt hand. He leant forward, put his hands on his elbows and looked at her, “How are you keeping?” He asked, arching his eyebrow, “With the break up and all?” He hoped this would distract her from him. |
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Post by HARVEY HAVOC on Jan 23, 2013 12:05:04 GMT -8
[newclass=.canon]height: 250px; width: 440px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonh] background-color: #ffffff; padding: 5px; opacity: 0; height: 240px; width: 430px; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonh:hover] opacity: 0.7; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; [/newclass] [newclass=.canonname]width: 480px; height: 0px; background-color: #78b3dc; font-family: open sans condensed; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canoninfo]font-family: wire one; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 30px; margin-top: -5px; padding-top: 70px;[/newclass] [newclass=.canonlyrics]font-family:calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; padding-left: 120px; padding-right: 120px; [/newclass] THEIR EULOGIES SANG ME TO SLEEP omg yay, so excited for these two. with the two of them now sitting down and being able to properly enjoy their coffee together, harvey almsot felt like trying to pry answers out of mathias. having been friends for so long, she felt comfortable enough to do such a thing, but now that she knew of his feelings for her, she wasn't so sure. did she even want to know the real answer as to why he was drinking so much? it probably had something to do with her and the lack fo feelings that she had towards him. it wasn't as though harvey didn't care about mathias, she cared for him deeply as any best friend would. but thinking of it as being anything more than that was just not capable in harvey's mind, especially since she had just broken up with her recent boyfriend. it wasn't effecting her as much as she thought it would - ending a three year relationship like she did. running a hand through her hair, she looked down at her coffee cup and drew in a deep breath, having her mind reeling with things to bring up and then having them hit a brick wall when she thought about having them leave her lips.
mathias admitting that he would be hanging out with diego tonight caused her the need to resist frowining. as much as she loved diego, when teh two of them get together, things could easily get out of hand. when he offered her to join them, she shook her head and took a small sip of her coffee, of which was still a tad bit too hot for her liking, "nah, i'm fine." she stated, going back to english before she leaned forward, plcing her elbows on the table before looking right at him, "but call me for a ride, if you need one." she added before taking the lid off her coffe cup and blowing on the liquid in an attempt to cool it down.
when he asked about how she was holding up with the break up, she simply shrugged, "meh. it's done and over. no use really dwelling on it." she explained and looked at him with a genuine smile. it was nice to know that he cared so much for her, just as she did him, but that slight discomfort started to creep up on her as the knowledge of his feelings became present, "i think i'm going to take a break from dating and just...do whatever. i don't know." she added before leaning back and putting the lid back on her coffee cup, "just have some fun, meet new people...be an actual rock star for a change." she smirked before giggling softly, "but, y'know...minus the drinking and drugs." |
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Post by mathias klosgÅrd on Jan 24, 2013 16:54:37 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #CCCCFF; border: 1px dashed #330066, bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,20,true] four words to choke upon look at me now, look at me now | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #BEB9F1; border: 1px dashed #330066; color: #330066] “Call me for a ride, if you need one.” Harvey offered, just as Mathias had expected. He felt a little dejected, as selfish as it was, Mathias always hoped that Harvey would come out with him and Diego so that she would look after him, regulate him and keep an eye on him. He also sort of hoped, that if she went out with him she would see him vulnerable and broken and for some reason she would think, “God, I love him, I can’t believe he’s going through this.” As ridiculous as it was.
Mathias took a dejected slug of his coffee and glanced up at her. She looked so beautiful to him. He could see some emotion on her face that he didn’t like. He wanted to ask her about it but he couldn’t find the words, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer, in case it was something like, “You’re out of control” or “I know that you love me and I simply do not feel the same.” It scared Mathias how easily Harvey could crush his soul.
Harvey shrugged off her old relations as if it was simply something someone had told her about and she had never been emotionally invested. Mathias felt like he knew better but he didn’t dare pry, for fear of looking like he cared too much. He didn’t want her to know that he liked her, despite the fact that as one of her best friends he probably should make sure she was okay. “You know that I’m here if you need to talk..” Mathias said and immediately regretted it. Maybe that was too far? A little keen? He shook it off, leaned back in his chair and lifted his cup to his mouth and took a deep drink.
Mathias enjoyed her giggling about the rock star life and looked at the coffee in his hands before replying, “Just sleeping with groupies and being outrageous on stage?” He smirked and arched an eyebrow. “I imagine that our fan base would multiply if there were naked photos of you on the internet.” He winked at her and immediately wished that he hadn’t said it. He tried to keep it light but then he felt a wee bit like he had violated her a little bit with that sentence.
| [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #BEB9F1; border: 1px dashed #330066; color: #330066]credits: jawn at the garbage lot for tutorial. tags: harvey. word count: three hundred and eighty nine. comments: meow. |
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Post by HARVEY HAVOC on Jan 29, 2013 23:20:30 GMT -8
[newclass=.lyrics]height: 320px; width: 200px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyricsh]background-color:rgba(225,224,224,0.6); padding: 5px; opacity: 0; height: 310px; width: 190px; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyricsh:hover]opacity: 0.9; -webkit-transition: 2s ease; -moz-transition: 2s ease; -o-transition: 2s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.info]font-family: wire one; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 170px; font-color: #000000;[/newclass] AND THEIR EULOGIES SANG ME TO SLEEP | her relationship with mathias was always one that she cherished above many. he was there for many hard times in her life that she could never imagine her life without him. but at the same time, she couldn't imagine her life with him being her significant other. all in all, mathias was her most trusted friend and, if the situation between them in the past had been different, harvey could see her being with him. but not now, not in this lifetime. running a hand through her hair, she kept thinking about how mathias was spiraling down and seemed to be getting out of control. how was she supposed to react to it? it wasn't as though she was able to ignore it; mathias had always been into drinking, but lately it seemed rare to see him sober or just not hungover.
so, as they sat opposite each other in the coffee shop, harvey wasn't afraid to express her concern. her male counter part knew of her discomfort when it came down to drinking and doing drugs, so it bothered her even more, knowing that he still did all of those things, even when he knew it made her upset. biting on her lower lip, she looked down at her coffee cup, lifting it to her lips and taking a sip before cupping both of her hands around it and looking back towards mathias, takk. men jeg tror jeg skal bli bra. "thank you. but i think i'll be fine." she replied before giving him a genuine smile, Jeg er ganske mye over det allerede. Jeg visste at det måtte ende. i'm pretty much over it already. i knew it had to end."she added and gave him a confident nod. it was the truth, herself and her boyfriend had become toxic for one another and they both mutually agreed that their relationship was over. of course, it was difficult, but harvey was never one to dwell.
laughing softly at his comment, she shook her head and looked back down at her cup, "like that would ever happen." she stated before turning her head o the side, seeing a few new people walk into the shop. she then noticed that one of them was wearing a 'succubus' t shirt and must have just come from the signing. now, as much as harvey enjoyed talking to her fans, right now was her break and she really wasn't in the mood to interact with people. looking at mathias, she switched back to norwegian, vil ut herfra? "wanna get out of here?" she asked before she grabbed her cup and started to rise out of her seat. |
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Post by mathias klosgÅrd on Jan 30, 2013 7:52:15 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #CCCCFF; border: 1px dashed #330066, bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,20,true] four words to choke upon look at me now, look at me now | | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #BEB9F1; border: 1px dashed #330066; color: #330066] Mathias had a pretty good shoulder to cry on – he mostly just stayed very still and very quiet for fear of making you more upset. He wasn’t the pat you on the back, whisper comfort in your ear, kiss your head or shushing noises type of comforter – no, no, Mathias’ solution was simply to sit beside you, while the emotions leaked out of your body through tears, snot and sadness, and just wait for you to be done. Then when you were done, he would hug you and hold you until you found the strength to move away and smile. Mathias had learnt this technique from his father, Ryker who would comfort his mother in the same way.
Harvey dismissed his offer of a shoulder to cry on with a smile. He began to believe that she was genuinely okay. It sort of disappointed him; he sort of wanted her to be on the rebound, to need him, to cry on his shoulder on a cold dark night and realise she had feelings for him. That was ridiculous. Stupid, stupid ridiculous thing to hope. So selfish. He wanted to reach across and touch her hand but he couldn’t do it, so he simply smiled at her and said, “I’m glad you’re doing okay.”
She didn’t seem to realise how creepy he was being with the naked photos on the internet comment and he felt relieved. Some kids entered the coffee shop wearing Succubus t-shirts and Mathias sank down in his seat, he looked over at Harvey who suggested they leave and stood up. He glanced back at the door and then agreed, “Where shall we go?” He asked her quietly, trying not to look suspicious, “Back to the signing tent?” He suggested, sounding a little hollow. Don’t get me wrong, Mathias loved his fans, but he found it very difficult, overwhelming and awkward meeting them en masse. He just wasn’t the outgoing bubbly person you needed to be in order to thrive in that situation and he feared that he came across as cold and disinterested when really he was just stuck for what to say.
| [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #BEB9F1; border: 1px dashed #330066; color: #330066]credits: jawn at the garbage lot for tutorial. tags: harvey. word count: three hundred and fifty six. comments: pretty crappy but youtube is commanding my attention and i can't concentrate :/ |
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