#& oliver . 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒

[clearwinged]

"[ 09 ] intermission at a broadway show." for @rowan-revelry

there's quite a lot of chatter -- which is what gives yu minwei away.

the musician himself doesn't do any of the talking, but the theatre is alight with intrigue, with curiosity surrounding his presence. and oliver, whose attention is for once -- tearing away from the scene before him, catches minwei's sheen of light hair, and knows the whispers will be unlikely to ease. (they're too visible, his visuals too prominent even in the dark.)

still, oliver tries to focus, ears attuning to the force -- the calibre of the lead ingenue and her crystal clear vibrato. she sings the house down, head tilted up and beaming with light. and as soon as the intermission is called, people whistle, holler, applaud with abandon, and oliver smiles -- pleased -- to himself. he claps along, drinking in the way she saunters off the stage, chest heaving with effort.

he'd invited minwei to join him.

scheduling had taken longer than he'd expected -- given management expectations and creative endeavours -- but it felt appropriate. he owed him a proper message. and his late night interview with the actress behind martha, would benefit with yu minwei's musical prowess. or so he assumes.

he sinks further into the seat, lungs tight, as if he himself had belted the last chord. "i like this show. this is -- thrilling," oliver muses, legs stretching outward to shiver under the buzz. the crowd mills around the theatre, the occasional whisper cracking into an excited yelp.

he peers over his shoulder, scanning, before turning to meet yu minwei's eyes. "maybe we should get you a baseball cap."

#& oliver . 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒 #... * priv. #&& rowanrevelry . #/ thank u for waiting :-) ) ) ) ) #/ rly considered the bookshelf one but this seemed fun !! #/ also i was thinking of using spring awakening as the show in question -- but i wasn't sure if #/ meeting *actual* actresses from an *existing* show would work -- so i just picked the most vague character name from it :-)

[clearwinged]

"what the hell are you doing here? experimenting with a new scene?" @rowan-revelry

the sound is worse when oliver closes his eyes. (it begins to remind him of construction work and war zones and woodpeckers and sandpaper and whipping winds and even the good screaming sounds like the bad -- unnerving kind.) so he has to squint instead, leaning in uncharacteristically, into the heat of yu minwei's exhale, to focus.

it takes an abundance of effort -- and he slouches when they pull away for an answer.

oliver lifts his right hand and cups it gingerly against minwei's cheek, yelling a response. he tries to enunciate, but he worries he'll embarrass himself and spit by accident. it seems probable, a likely case for someone as perpetually estranged.

"one of the lighting technicians has an interesting story! -- i'm here to interview him!" he stops to dig his trusty notebook from his coat pocket and holds it up in reminder. neither of them are dressed for the scene, it appears. and oliver is grateful for this fact, if only because he isn't so entirely alone in doing so now.

(except oliver is oliver, and yu minwei is essentially a superstar. different conditions apply, he's been told.)

he leans in again, curved palm lifted in the ask. "why are you here?"

#& oliver . 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒 #... * priv. #&& rowanrevelry . #/ thank u again !! is there accidental spit in his ear ? ? ? who knows ..

[clearwinged]

"A wonderful production; did Orlando want a part?" from @rowan-revelry

"figures you would respond poorly to creative offers as well." oliver is stiff-lipped, irritable in mere minutes. he supposes the half-sipped rum is partly to blame, but the air of ease surrounding minwei bothers him plenty. most parties are uninteresting. most people are uninteresting. and oliver had thought the notorious yu minwei different -- that he was not most people. he knows it isn't particularly kind of him to be any form of judge, but it also seems ridiculous to navigate the world without an axis to pivot. so he has a system, pertinent numbered categories and levels of expectation. and minwei, above his though arguably fascinating bandmates -- had appeared to have creative sense. he thought highly of him. he still sort of does, unfortunately. give or take a few beliefs. he sets his drink to the arm of the couch -- not so invested that a tip or spill would bother him (it isn't his home after all). "shou is not why i'm here. and you're not considering the flexibility of my offer," oliver clarifies, terse but more forgiving than he usually is. this is big for him, patience. he shifts his legs, drags his knees to angle in minwei's direction. "i'm oliver. you've heard of me -- yes?" he taps, uninterested at the wood of the guitar. "this is unnecessary. i'm talking a lyrical -- creative brainstorm."

#& oliver . 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒 #&& rowanrevelry . #/ don't apologize -- it's *incredibly* funny to me !!! #/ additionally oliver has his head up his ass and is *not* charismatic enough to take the jokes in stride so #/ this will be a Fun Headbutt !!

[clearwinged]

open to: anyone aged 30+ !! plot suggestion: oliver and y/m are on a first date via t!nder and/or a similar dating app. he doesn't use them often, and is generally unsuccessful due to bluntness & heavy opinion. ( feel free to make it onesided and/or platonic and/or scam oliver bc conflict is welcome !! )

"you said that on your bio. i remember this. -- i have an eidetic memory," oliver explains, the corner of his lip lifting with uncomfortable habit. there is dead air and his throat is dry and his knuckles rap twice against the table -- and does a root beer float actually take twenty minutes to make? he resists the urge to look over his shoulder. (his editor would imply that it'd be rude. oliver would call it a reach, except she's quite smart. and she's married -- which he'll admit -- proves her more successful in the relationship department than he is. he trusts her, reluctantly.)

#... * open. #indie rp #indie bi rp #independent rp #open starter #/ attempting smth public & open to non-mutuals for the first time in a hot second !! #& oliver . 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒

[clearwinged]

closed starter for @hecticromantic

han youngbae is a very recognizable figure. he's tall, for one, and his features are distinct -- sharp in the eyes and soft everywhere else. he reminds oliver of a borzoi, except with a snout that reverses inwards. he also has particular tastes, and the calculated guess is confirmed when he listens in on the coffee order (a matcha latte with oat milk; this one he's heard before).

he waits until youngbae pays, then sidles up to his rear and taps him twice on the shoulder. he can't have grown over the years -- if science has anything to say about it -- but oliver finds his coat bunching at the armpit, and he knits his brows briefly.

"you're still tall," he begins, ever astute. "and you're still vegan."

#& oliver . 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒 #&& hecticromantic . #... * priv. #/ the SILLY prev coworkers dynamic for YOU .... #/ reintroducing himself with facts abt youngbae . idk.......