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LOST IN TIME,
APOCALYPSE WHENEVER

I can't live in fear forever, can I?
I faced my fears, I chased my dreams; my demons all caught up with me, but I put
up a good fight! Life tried to take me down, love broke my fall. Made my
mistakes — have I learned from them all? A moment of reflection. Are we going in
the right direction?

ARE WE DOOMED?

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ABOUT THE MUSE

ELIJAH FALVEY, piano man.
forty. former member of amethyst. musician. ghostwriter. producer.
owner of MOREMUSIC studio.

boyfriend of aslihan fahri-bailey,
father of rhiannon falvey and three mischievous cats. scorpio.




REFRESH.

MESSAGE.

BIOGRAPHY.

WANTED CONS.

ESTABLISHED CONS.

TIMELINE.

VISUALS.

PLAYLIST.

FULL NAVIGATION.

ROLEPLAY

THEME.


STATS • TIMELINE • CONNECTIONS • WANTED

 * FULL NAME: Elijah Ray Falvey
 * AGE & BIRTHDAY: 40. November 8th, 1982.
 * OCCUPATION: Ghostwriter, producer & owner of MOREMUSIC studio.
 * GENDER: Cisgender man.
 * PRONOUNS: He/him.
 * FACECLAIM: Tom Ellis.
 * HOMETOWN: Cardiff, Wales.
 * PREVIOUSLY LIVED: Los Angeles, California (2006 - 2020).
 * TIME IN PROVIDENCE PEAK: Nine years. 2000 - 2006, 2020 - present.
 * NEIGHBORHOOD: Claret Park.

TRIGGER WARNING Car accidents, death, implied depression and grief →

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[ this text was posted on Oktober 28 — reblog ]
INTRO. providence.intro

katerinapetrova:

> > ALMOST FAMOUS (2000)
> > → Dir. Cameron Crowe

(via intomusings)



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MUSINGS.

iliedtoo:

> 

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VISUALS.

brumarchesine:

> “That’s life”
> Yargı 1.17

 * ( @draslihanxfahri-bailey )

(via exodusmusing)



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MUSINGS. ASLIHAN. long post tw

malloryhuitson:

> She merely raised an eyebrow. “I saw the way you were eyeing the ornaments, I
> think being cautious is highly advised,” Mallory countered. Obviously, she
> hadn’t seen Eli do anything, but she didn’t exactly trust him. Maybe due to
> the fact he had seen her in such a vulnerable state and was waiting for him to
> somehow…use it against her. And recently, what with the divorce proceedings
> and whatnot, the CEO had become slightly paranoid.
> 
> “What are you –,” And she scrunched her mouth in disdain as Eli explained his
> version of events. A complete lie, because it sounded nothing like her. Though
> if there was a white hot sensation of alcohol-related anxiety prickling down
> from scalp to spine, it was nothing to do with the karaoke bar, right? “You’re
> lying.” She accused in a  murmur, but found herself grabbing her phone and
> checking her emails anyway, pausing when she saw it. At least, however,
> despite the uncommon bout of enthusiasm used in the email itself (Mallory
> would never use exclamation points under normal circumstances), it was
> perfectly legible, easy to see why her security team would follow through on
> it. “Just because someone presents such an offer, it doesn’t mean you take
> them up on it.” She lectured, eyes falling to the gift bag. Everything in her
> stance softened from the sight of it, to Elijah’s explanation. “Well, that was
> very nice of Aslihan, tell her I said thank you, and yes, I do like whiskey,”
> She confirmed softly, making a mental note to get her something in return,
> never normally having the luxury of having friends to exchange gifts with.
> “Both of you? What was your contribution, exactly?” Because she couldn’t be
> too polite in his company for too long.
> 
>  * @elifalvey

The argumentative side of Elijah wanted to say, ‘And how do you think I got this
far if I was lying?’ because really, that was a fair question to ask. From what
he knew about uptight corporate buildings, they almost always came with equally
uptight and unpleasant security to deal with … which wasn’t a bad thing,
necessarily, but HPF seemed to be no exception was all. He had a feeling that he
wouldn’t have even made it two feet past the front doors without the email that
Mallory had sent at the bar, much less into her personal office. Instead, he
settled on saying, a smidge of reassurance to his tone, “I have no reason to
lie.” Deep brown eyes watched her pull out her phone, waiting rather patiently
for the moment that she found what she was looking for; he could tell when she
saw it by the way she paused and her features tensed, and he stood up a little
straighter, clearly rather smug about having proved her wrong for once.

“Fine. Would you have let me stop by if I’d texted you first?” he challenged,
another feeling sinking in that she probably wouldn’t have, just because it was
him. He wanted to know, though — not only because her words felt like such a
weak argument, but because he was pretty sure he’d be taken off of the exclusive
list after this and it was good information to have for a potential next time.

Thankfully, it appeared like she genuinely enjoyed the gift. He knew that
Aslihan would be thrilled to know that, and he nodded as if to say that he’d
pass the message along. Her thanks was the softest he’d ever seen her — sober,
anyway — and it was a nice momentary change from her usual jabs, though he
shouldn’t have expected it to last for long. “My contribution?” he laughed,
“Well, for one, she wouldn’t have known you liked whiskey if it weren’t for me.
I’d say that’s a pretty hefty contribution.” Finding another opportunity, he
narrowed his eyes, an impish grin on his face, “Look, if you want a personalized
gift from me, Mallory, you can just say so. I figured I’d spare you the
annoyance by going the joint gift route, but hey, I’ll admit I was wrong.”

 * ( @malloryhuitson )



[ this text was posted on Dezember 7 — reblog ]
INTERACTIONS. ft. mallory imagining mal dressed like anne is in that gif has
given me joy thank you

sagefranklin:

> “There are always pros to avoiding tantrums, especially if it’s in public —
> suddenly everything goes then.” Sage chuckled softly, knowing she’s done her
> fair share of giving into her girls when it meant a whole public meltdown
> could be avoided. It was what every parent did, right? “I’m sure it did,” She
> nodded, the amused grin never leaving her lips as she envisioned Atlas
> struggling while trying to get the two-year-old to sleep Halloween night. If
> there was a struggle, which she didn’t doubt for one second that there was,
> she didn’t hear a word about it. “Rainbow, sun, raindrop, and… let me guess,
> were you a cloud?” Her eyes squinted, as though, through some x-ray vision,
> she’d be able to answer the question for herself, but the man was about as
> readable as a book written in Latin to her. “Hey, while I have you here, any
> chance you’d mind helping us pick out some holiday treats for Alex? I’m sure
> Maggie will want to give her something, but I never really have a chance to
> see her and Maggie is, well, two, so I’m not sure I trust her judgement in
> picking something for someone else and not just something she wants for
> herself.”
> 
>  * @elifalvey

Elijah laughed, dropping his head to conceal his smile, thoroughly amused by
Sage’s attempt to figure out his costume. It was only made more amusing by the
fact that she wasn’t entirely wrong, she just happened to land a little off base
and guessed the costume of the wrong members of the family. “No, I wasn’t the
cloud! That was a good guess, though. Actually, I was, uh — sunburnt, basically.
We shoved our three cats in cloud costumes for a few minutes. Didn’t come out
hating us by the end of it, believe it or not,” he shared, attention turning
back to the candy ahead of him until Sage was asking for some help. Around this
time last year he wouldn’t have considered himself to be a decent person to ask
Alex-related questions to, but after living with the little girl for about ten
months now, he supposed that changed. “Oh, yeah. Of course. To be honest, she’s
big into, like … these very specific Mexican lollipops at the moment —
watermelon tajin flavor or something like that? I forget the name of them, and I
doubt they’d sell them here anyway, but maybe you guys could go for something
similar? She’s got quite the international palate for a six year old.” Which
wasn’t surprising, considering who her mother was. “Gold coins would probably be
a hit, too. That’s a bit easier and, y'know, stays on the holiday brand.”

 * ( @sagefranklin )



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INTERACTIONS. ft. sage

phoebeyates:

> She held up the hand not cradling the guitar in mock surrender. “Okie doke,
> gramps.” She mocked, though the impish grin on her face remained. Phoebe never
> really grew up with nicknames, not nice ones anyway, it had been nice to get
> comfortable enough with Asli and Eli for it to be warranted without it being
> weird. “Thirteen actually,” She corrected enthusiastically, “Eh, it only got
> revitalised because of Mean Girls, otherwise it would have been in the ranks
> of ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus’.” She argued.
> 
> “Thank you, I already have the crazy rabbit folk after me, don’t need crazed
> fans either,” Her voice was light, almost to the point of it being fake, when
> she mentioned the weekend at the motel. But she grinned to indicate she was
> joking, mostly. “Um,” She furrowed her brow, “The little circles that go up
> the lines still confuse me.” Phoebe admitted. It was amazing she had gotten
> this far only learning to play by ear, but half the reason she came to the
> studio was to improve her playing.
> 
>  * @elifalvey

“Okay — thirteen, sorry. I forgot you had a birthday,” Elijah said with a roll
of his eyes, finding amusement in the comfort they’d begun to settle into now.
It was funny simply because he remembered one of the first few times they had
properly spoken to one another at the hospital, right before Rhiannon was born,
and he never would have imagined bantering with her like this then. Somewhere in
the back of his mind he’d deemed it inappropriate, viewing Phoebe more
professionally thanks to working with Aslihan — treating her like another one of
her coworkers that he’d often bump into on his lunch treks through the museum —
but clearly he’d grown out of thinking like that over time as they started to
form a relationship of their own, separate from their mutual connection. “No,
no, that’s just wrong. 'Jingle Bell Rock’ didn’t get revitalized by Mean Girls,
it’s a classic Christmas song! And in my mind, it can’t even be compared to 'I
Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus’. They came out during two completely different
eras.”

Shaking his head, he quieted a little as Phoebe mentioned her weekend vacation.
He still didn’t completely understand the whole rabbit ordeal, and if he was
honest he thought it was some fake story at first, but clearly something had to
have happened and he wasn’t anywhere near qualified to sort out what. “Right,”
he began an explanation, clicking on the music sheet and leaning in to Phoebe
enough so that she could actually see his screen. “Do you mean these dots here?”
he gestured to the guitar tabs with his finger, “Because they pretty much just
tell you where to put your fingers on the strings to get the notes you need. If
you look at it exactly like you look down at the guitar, it’s much easier to
understand.” He placed his phone between them only so that he could get up to
cross the room, grabbing another acoustic guitar that he had laying around and
returning to help demonstrate. He placed his fingers on the correct chords for
the beginning of the song, angling himself so that Phoebe could see. “The song
starts in C major, which it says up at the top there, so you pretty much follow
along. Looks like this. And, y'know, actually, you chose an easy one 'cause it
only winds up having four different chords throughout the entire thing. I think
you’ll pick it up quite fast.”

 * (@phoebeyates)



[ this text was posted on Dezember 6 — reblog ]
INTERACTIONS. ft. phoebe kellen speedruns learning how to play the guitar if
anything is wrong no it isn't respectfully <3



[ this text was posted on Dezember 6 — reblog ]
MUSIC. got reminded of this banger this morning and realized that eli would be
an unapologetic nickelback fan so here we are Spotify

malloryhuitson:

> > ○ location: mallory’s office, hpf building
> > ○ status: closed for @elifalvey
> 
> It had been a long day of endless meetings and video conferences, each one
> more boring than the last, and truly Mallory was tired. Since the divorce
> proceedings had started, the CEO had lost her spark for her job slightly;
> something she found solace and distraction in, she now found it to be a
> headache. She proposed to herself that when she finally had a free moment to
> herself that afternoon, she’d book some amazing beach getaway for her and
> Aspen in the New Year. 
> 
> She got to her floor, opening the door, and stopping in her tracks as she
> noticed that Elijah Falvey stood on the other end, looking unsurprisingly out
> of place in the office. “How the fuck did you get in here?” Mallory asked in
> greeting, walking past him. She pressed the button on her phone that linked to
> the temporary assistant she had been stuck with until after Christmastime,
> according to HR, Pamela or something. “Get Head of Security on the phone.
> Now.” She ordered, glancing back up at him as she hung up not waiting for a
> response. “…and to follow up, why the fuck are you here?”

The last place that Elijah thought that he was going to end up this afternoon
was inside the HPF building, tucked away in Mallory Huitson’s office. After
their little bonding experience at the karaoke bar a few weeks prior, he
admittedly hadn’t paid much thought to Mallory’s existence since — but not for
any particular reason other than the fact that their run-ins always seemed to be
random, and it was probably better (for him) that they stayed that way. However,
with an acquaintanceship budding between the businesswoman and his girlfriend,
that meant that an encounter a tad more scheduled was merely on the horizon in
the form of a gift delivery. Aslihan being as generous as ever, with a roster of
friends nearly a mile long, that meant that anyone and everyone was on the radar
during the holiday season; she’d come home with a bottle of atrociously
expensive whiskey with pride, exclaiming that it was for Mallory the night
before.

Elijah had offered to deliver it to her on a whim, because he had an hour or two
to kill in his day whereas Aslihan’s schedule was firmly packed. And, of course,
running errands was something that he presumed Phoebe would usually take care
of, but with the information that he was actually able to visit the building
whenever he wanted, drunkenly exclaimed by Mallory in between karaoke covers …
it was honestly just easier if he took it to her himself. And here he was just
hoping that she’d deem it too luxurious to chuck at his head once she found out
he was here.

Thankfully, the reaction that he received was much more tame than that —
probably because he took to standing awkwardly off to the side of her desk,
rather than making himself comfortable and sitting in her chair or something. It
was evident that she didn’t remember the events at One Note Stand all too
clearly, and before he relinquished an actual answer, he couldn’t pass up the
opportunity to mess with her a little bit. He stood with his arms behind his
back, hiding the reason as to why he came. “Woah, woah — Head of Security might
be a touch dramatic, there, don’t you think? You’re telling me you don’t
remember?” He cocked his head to the side. “You told me at karaoke that I could
pop by any time, gave me the address and everything … you seemed quite enthused
about it, too. Stopped mid-drink to whip out your phone and put my name on some
list or something. It was a good time.” Offering a cheeky grin, he brought his
hands out from behind his back to reveal the present. A festive bag containing
the whiskey bottle with her name written on the tag, in Aslihan’s handwriting
obviously. His was chicken scratch. He placed it gently on her desk, gesturing
towards it. “Anyway, Hanukkah starts up in a few days — Aslihan wanted to get
you something nice. She wasn’t sure exactly what you drink but I remember
whiskey was somewhere in the rotation when we last spoke, so. Happy holidays,
from the both of us.”



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INTERACTIONS. ft. mallory

phoebeyates:

> “Oh.” She replied, tapping against the wood of the guitar body. “I was
> actually hoping you’d say ’Jingle Bell Rock’, most old people love that. And
> it’s the only Christmas one I know how to play.” The use of the word ’old’ was
> completely playful, as evidenced by her grin, even though, thanks to how young
> Phoebe’s parents were when they had her, her version of ‘old’ had been warped
> from the get-go. But she knew Eli could take it, which was probably why she
> liked spending time with him.
> 
> “Hmm, I mean, ’Christmas Tree Farm’ is alright, but honestly? I don’t like her
> Christmas music as much. Don’t tell the Swifties though, they might take my
> card away.” She joked. “I mean, we’re still working on Evemore and 'tis the
> damn season is like…implied. But I love a proper Christmas song,” She paused
> for a minute as she thought of one, smiling wide. “Last Christmas.” She
> decided.
> 
> @elifalvey

Elijah couldn’t control the loud, offended scoff that escaped him at Phoebe’s
accusation — knowing full well that she was joking and finding all of the reason
to be dramatic about it anyway. He wasn’t going to admit that out of all of the
Christmas songs out there, 'Jingle Bell Rock’ was one of the better ones.
“Al-fucking-right. You better watch yourself, Phee,” he tsked, clearly teasing
in return by the way his grin matched hers. “What are you, anyway? Twelve?
’Jingle Bell Rock’ is probably ten times better than what the kids your age are
playing nowadays.”

Plopping himself down at the empty space besides her, he readjusted so that he
was facing her and listened to her explanation. There were probably a few more
loose ends of the day that he should be tying up instead, but he seemed to
always get to the point where he pushed it off a bit more than usual when she
was around. Besides, hanging out with her and discussing holiday music was a lot
more fun than boring emails. “Don’t worry, I won’t run to the press about it.
You get to keep your Swiftie card for another day,” he laughed. “That one’s a
good one. Here, let me see —” he moved to pull his phone out of his pocket,
unlocking it and struggling a little to find the MusicNotes app on the first
page. He figured that with how popular it was, there had to have been sheet
music of ’Last Christmas’ on there and he wasn’t wrong. “I can pull the sheet
music up here, if you wanna use this? Do you think you’ve gotten any better at
reading it?”

 * (@phoebeyates)



[ this text was posted on Dezember 5 — reblog ]
INTERACTIONS. ft. phoebe NAH LITERALLY

phoebeyates:

> > ○ location: eli’s music studio
> > ○ status: closed for @elifalvey
> 
> The strumming on the guitar stilled to a natural silence as Eli had come back
> into the room. It was a routine they both had now, she’d come down for a
> couple of hours when Aslihan no longer needed her but she wasn’t ready to just
> go home, him trusting her enough to leave her be whilst he finished off work.
> When home alone for too long, Phoebe would end up thinking about the rabbit
> cult to the point she’d freak herself out, which wasn’t helping now that she
> was doing this whole ‘I’m an adult making it on her own’ thing.  Also the
> studio was nice. It was comforting in a similar yet different way from Elijah
> and Aslihan’s house, and she got to play instruments better quality than her
> own crappy guitar all but collecting dust in the corner of her living room.
> The living room where Foster had told her he also liked her and kissed her in
> a way that made her head spin and…
> 
> Yeah. That was another reason she didn’t like being alone in her apartment. It
> made her think about things that she didn’t really want to; like how and when
> things with Foster would end (because things did end, no matter what) and what
> they’d even label whatever it was going on between them, if they were to label
> it at all. No, it was best to just be here, in the studio, safe away from it
> all. “What’s your favorite Christmas song?” She asked, glancing up at Eli. “I
> can give myself like a few minutes to learn it for you, if you want?”

Falling into his own little routine with Phoebe had been something that had
happened rather unexpectedly, Elijah would say, over the past few weeks — ever
since she came back from her rabbit themed vacation with her friend. Offering to
teach her one song from the Evermore album naturally progressed into teaching
her more, whatever she was in the mood for learning, and suddenly, he had his
own specifically curated playlist of Taylor Swift songs at the top of his
Spotify and she was sitting on the couch in the instrument room practically
whenever she wanted. It was nice, though, he had to admit. Even if he wouldn’t
have put ‘building a friendship with his girlfriend’s personal assistant’ on his
bingo card for the year, her presence around the studio had proven to be a
delightful addition, time and time again. Delightful enough that he had even
genuinely considered trying to nab her from Aslihan for himself, before he
realized that was probably not one of his best ideas for his relationship’s
sake.

Oh well.

After finishing up a scheduling call in his office, Elijah reentered the
instrument room and found his interest piqued at what she might’ve been playing
in his absence. Her question caught him before he could ask, though, and he
hummed in thought. “Controversial opinion maybe, but I wouldn’t say I’m the
biggest fan of Christmas music,” he answered, hand on his hip. “It’s wonderful
and all, obviously, but I’m just not voluntarily putting it on for myself, you
know? It never managed to get me in the holiday spirit as a kid and I think that
just stuck.” With the holiday season in swing, however, he mainly put it on for
those who came to the studio, because he knew that was the festive thing to do —
even if it was just like background noise to him. “Doesn’t Taylor Swift have a
few Christmas songs? Maybe you can learn one of those instead — they’re probably
not that complicated.”

 * ( @phoebeyates )



[ this text was posted on Dezember 5 — reblog ]
INTERACTIONS. ft. phoebe like a true dad eli has found one (1) thing that phoebe
likes and has managed to make it her whole personality in his mind