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encrede wrote:
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Date: 13-10-2021 21:45
Klavier
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Klavier wrote:
encrede wrote:
bitte this is literally so sad i hope he'll be okay 
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Date: 04-11-2021 00:19
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encrede wrote:
update when?
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Date: 04-11-2021 00:22
Klavier
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Klavier wrote:
encrede wrote:
update when?
soon🎸
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Date: 04-11-2021 00:25
Klavier
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Klavier wrote:
Klavier wrote:
encrede wrote:
update when?
soon🎸
soon🎸
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Date: 12-02-2022 00:33
Klavier
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Klavier wrote:
the dark, undisturbed silence is comforting. the pain is present, yet distant enough from my mind for it to be forgotten entirely. it's reminiscent of closing a door on a group of ravenous reporters and their endlessly flashing cameras. floating here, in the narrow slit between life and death, i can breathe.
but i'd be a fool to think i could stay here. the earth has yet to stop spinning, the world goes on, and i have a choice to make. to delve deeper into the soothing darkness, where i'll be guaranteed to stay, never to see light again... or to open these heavy eyelids, lift my head up with a dazzling smile and face the rest of the life i've made for myself...? what would i find on either end? would anyone be waiting for me on the other side? if i were to die here and now, wherever and whenever that is, would anyone miss me? would anyone truly mourn for the loss of a man they knew and loved, or would it be nothing but yet another newspaper headline? tears would be shed, for sure, but they wouldn't be falling for me. they would be falling for the superficial me that the world as a whole sees. as these thoughts swirl around in my head, i seem to fall further and further from the cold, intimidating light . . .

i never get to make that choice after all. with an abrupt gasp, my eyes jerk open, though they only remain that way for a split second before the blinding white light that i've found myself engulfed in forces them to be shut once again. i groan, raising my right hand in an attempt to rub the pain away, only to find a much greater pain overwhelming the area surrounding my right shoulder. my breath hitches, followed by a sharp hiss. ach, where am i? while my eyes are starting to adjust to the blinding surroundings, i hear the sound of a door opening.
"you're awake."
with a struggle, i turn my heavy head to lay gaze upon the source of the deep and strangely reassuring voice. a man in a white coat is approaching me, though he isn't looking at me. under thick, furrowed brows, his dark eyes are instead glued to the clipboard in his left hand as the other flips through the sheets of paper clipped to it.
i instinctively let my mouth fall open, as i know i should always be quick with a witty response, but a second passes before i close it again with the realization that i don't know what to say. this man is clearly a doctor, and i don't need my law degree to figure out that im currently in a hospital room. 
"how are you feeling?" the mans eyes finally meet mine, and he provides me with the tiniest hint of a kind smile. how am i feeling? that doesn't really matter to me right now. i just need to find out what's going on here.
i try my best to sit up a bit straighter without letting the pain show too much on my face. "herr doctor, i'm sorry, but... why am i here? what happened?"
the doctor frowns, lowering the clipboard-holding hand with a gentle sigh. "you were, uh... you were hit, mr. gavin. by a potato."
those words seem to kick my brain into action, although just a little bit. i remember... the fragrance of oil... a lively atmosphere... deep, blue eyes... "where?"
"hm?"
"w-where...? where did the potato... hit me?"
the doctor hesitates. why can't he just tell me? "bitte, herr doctor, just tell m-"
"the klaviericle."
my words are stunned back into my mouth. no, surely not... it can't be... but a quick glance down at my gorgeous body in its currently fragile state seems to confirm the truth i don't wanna believe. my right shoulder and collarbone area is encased in bandaging. i let out a shaky huff. "t-tell me you're joking, herr doctor." but herr doctor says nothing as his look of sad pity tells me more than enough.
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Date: 10-03-2022 22:11 | Times changed: 1
Klavier
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Klavier wrote:
@encrede hahaaa heey..
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Date: 10-03-2022 22:12
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encrede wrote:
Klavier wrote:
@encrede hahaaa heey..
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Date: 10-03-2022 22:17
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encrede wrote:
i can and will turn this into a book
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Date: 10-03-2022 22:19
Klavier
Minister of Pop



Klavier wrote:
encrede wrote:
Klavier wrote:
@encrede hahaaa heey..
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Date: 10-03-2022 22:21
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XxMissSwagdripxX wrote:
where can i buy this book and who's making the cover art can u make a mockup pls
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Date: 10-03-2022 22:34
Klavier
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Klavier wrote:
Misjel wrote:
where can i buy this book and who's making the cover art can u make a mockup pls
on it
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Date: 10-03-2022 22:35
Talent
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talent wrote:
no!! not the klaviericle
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Date: 11-03-2022 00:21
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encrede wrote:
soothing darkness, calm nothingness. then he wakes. tate opens his weary eyes. carefully blinks, taking in the flickering fluorescent lights, with their cool, uncomfortable glare. it’s blurry. he lifts a hand to his face, rubbing his sore eyes. they feel puffy, tired, sad… taking in his surroundings, tate remembers. the ambulance… the potato… klavier. tate’s body tenses, remembering the events that transpired: the tater throwing competition, the flirting, the unfortunate tater throw… the fear, the regret, the anger. but last time he checked, he was in the ambulance, still by klavier’s side. now, the other man is nowhere to be found. neither is anyone else, it seems. the room--clearly a hospital waiting room of some sort--is empty besides tate. dull green walls and cold lights, white and gray uncomfortable chairs. no people. no klavier. attempting to stand up, tate looks around for any clues as to where he could find klavier. signs on the wall let him know that the patient rooms are down the hallway. tate frantically tries to remember what room klavier was in. 4… 1… 26. room 4126. he runs. his footsteps echoing as he jogs down the hallway, tate looks at the different room numbers, trying to find the right one. he needs to see… Him… needs to see if he’s alright… need to make sure…
there it is. tate stops in front of room 4126, the white, nondescript door telling him nothing. tate swallows. he slowly opens the door, revealing a white hospital bed, and the most beautiful man in the world lying upon it.
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Date: 19-04-2022 17:35
Klavier
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Klavier wrote:
herr doctor had taken a few minutes to run some basic checks and tests, asking me meaningless questions that left my mind only mere seconds after i forced myself to grumble out an answer. it didn't feel good at all. the man seemed kind and respectable enough, and i didn't want to behave like a brat towards him, but the current situation was less than ideal, and i felt as if my energy had been drained the moment i opened my bright blue eyes. i remember herr doctor informing me that i had been asleep for more than 8 hours, meaning that it must be quite late in the evening now, and yet i feel much like i did back in the touring days when the jet lag and stress kept me awake for days on end. if not worse. after he was satisfied enough with his assessment of my condition, herr doctor had left the room, and i had breathed out a sigh which i assumed to be out of relief.
but i must've been mistaken, because no more than a few seconds passed before i realized that i wanted him to come back. i didn't wanna be alone. the hospital room i had found myself in is illogically spacious, and the emptiness only serves to fuel my burning loneliness. now that i no longer have another person to direct my hazy attention to, i'm able to fully take in my surroundings. the room is not spectacular in any way. the walls are white and plain, much like the furniture. was i placed in this room because of my status? this large, glaringly empty void of a room? is an absurdly massive room supposed to be some sort of special privilege, only awarded to high profile patients? in that case, i'd rather be stuffed into a small room and be forced to share it with some other equally miserable patients.

i managed to crane my neck to the right to take in the rest of the room, expecting it to appear just as drab and depressing, and my eyes fell upon a selection of gift baskets and bouquets assembled on a small table. attached to one basket handle was a large balloon that i'm pretty sure was supposed to say 'get well soon!', but it was hard to tell as the balloon was slightly deflated and struggling to stay afloat. i huffed. ironic. all the hospitals in the area were quite good at keeping unwanted guests out, despite the crazy lengths some fans would go to to get inside, but i suppose they were considerate enough to at least allow them to leave their kind gifts. because of course these are gifts from fans. i mean, who else? it's not like there are any other people in my life who would bother to do such a thing. this room is empty and cold for a reason. maybe my brother had stopped by? but... herr doctor most likely would have mentioned any visitor of importance. i sighed, trying to convince myself that he would care enough to visit, and that he probably just hasn't heard about the accident. surely.the minutes went by and it felt like an eternity. it was eerily silent. no one was here. not kris. not some other distant family member. not even... him...

the sound of the door opening again forced me out of my self destructive thoughts with a jolt. and there he was, breath heavy and frantic. his presence managed to make the excessive brightness of the plain room feel dim. my line of sight fell into contact with the other mans wild gaze and i was suddenly unable to look anywhere else. some time—i couldn't tell you how long—passed before i could snap out of it. i blinked away the surprise and let out a long breath before greeting him. "hallo, herr langdon." 
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