enneagrams | hawk/fiero

Could you? Yes.

Will you? No.

maybe it’s an ask forgiveness later situation
i should be allowed SOME perks
i dont wish to be sequestered like a sad celibate nun the whole of my career
it would be a disservice to so many!

Look, I’m not your publicist, Mr. Tigelaar. I’m just here to ensure you make it to and from the stage in one piece.

The less risks you take with strangers and extra guests, the better.

can't you help me make it to and from the stage with a guest?
they'll practically be glued to me - it's a two for one!

you're truly no fun.
who hired you again? my manager?

[ not that fiyero would ever consider firing hawk - he's too good at his job and despite the whining, he really does like the guy. ]

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Yeah, your manager. After about twenty alarming letters and an explosive set of flowers.

It's my job to keep you safe. Everyone else but you and I are wildcards, far as I'm concerned.

Actually, let me amend that: everyone but me is a wildcard. I know how you get.

Which dancer is it anyway?

at least i'm a very fun and sometimes predictable wild card.
i know you can guess the dancer all on your own, that's how predictable i am.
i would love to see if you get it right. if you do, i'll be good and listen.
if you don't, then i simply must be a wildcard, mr. fuller.

Are you even taking this seriously at all? I know they don't want to give you the details because they think it'll be better for your performances and keeping you in the dark - but it's not something to laugh at. By the looks of it, it's escalating. And I know that's why I'm here and all, but you've got to be more aware. It's not funny, Fiyero.

Predictability will just make it easier for this creep.

Don't bring anyone up tonight.

My money's on the blonde.

They've told me very little, you're right. It all feels remarkably unfair that I don't know the details or any of the specifics. What's to say this mysterious admirer won't do something at a concert?
How is taking someone I know quite well to my room truly any sort of danger.
Why, I'd even let you watch if you're that interested.

[ though he gets it, and he almost feels a little bad for pushing back. ]

You're right.
I suppose I'm staying in for the rest of eternity, withering to an old maid and left to rot unless I'm on stage.
You could at least offer to bring me takeout and watch a stupid movie with me, you know.
It would be the honorable thing to do.

That's why I'm here. Look...I don't want to scare you. Not too much - but I think you should know enough to make your own informed decisions. Someone you know well probably isn't going to pose a danger to you directly - but what happens when they get the munchies and decide to let the delivery guy up to the door? Or they forget to close curtains, or...I could go on.

I'm not interested.

But hey - come on. You're not staying here forever. Just until this is neutralized.

...What movie?

I get it, no need to lecture me.
No one in the room, got it.
My father would greatly enjoy this as much as he can. He hates that I’m popular in the way I am, but he has had wild fantasies about keeping me under thumb.
So I suppose being under your thumb isn’t all so bad.

Whatever this hotel room has.
I’ve seen so many of them now. You’d come over? Or is this your very humorous attempt at distracting me from my misery? That dancer is very flexible - how will I ever move on.

Technically I already am over. I'm in front of your door. But yeah - I'd come in.

You ever seen "All That Heaven Allows?" It's older - I'm a Rock Hudson fan. If it's not your style, then we can pick something else.

And hey - I'm not trying to keep you under my thumb. I get it, this feels like a gilded cage, but it won't be forever. We're gonna find this guy, or girl, whoever it is.

And in the meantime, sorry I'm not all that bendy - but tell me what you want to eat.

I should just sit by the door and talk to you through it. If I must be frank, it’s quite isolating. I’m not used to it.

I’ve never seen that movie so it sounds like we have a winner. Is it an old classic?

Surprise me with the food. Just don’t poison me. 😇

This your way of telling me you don't want me to come in after all? I promise I'm not pulling your leg.

Yeah, from the 50s. Color, though. Forbidden romance, May-December kind of thing.

Please. That green crap you drink every morning looks more likely to do the job. That - protein stuff.

[well, he hopes fiyero likes chinese. he doesn't leave from his post at the door, instead summoning it via an app and sending one of their floor attendants off with a twenty dollar bill to go fetch it. eventually he's got his arms clutched full of two large bags, doing a quick sweep of the floor and nodding at the attendant back at his post by the elevator before nudging the entry to fiyero's suite with his foot.]

It's Hawk. Open up if you're hungry.

[when the door swings back, hawk lifts a bag in each hand with raised brows and the slightest insinuation of a smile.]

Is this gonna fuck up your diet? Actually - don't answer that.

That green crap isn't so bad - it gets me to lunch and helps me keep up this lithe and dynamic appearance. How else would we be successful on this tour?

[ but not too long after there's a knock - and fiyero is there to answer it. he's a little rumpled himself in black pajama bottoms and a tight t-shirt with a faded skyline of new york city on it. he's had the shirt for a while.

he smiles when he sees the food and laughs. ]

Who cares if it does - the green stuff will fix me in the morning anyway. You realize there is nothing better than Chinese food and a movie, right? Even if it's one of those old man movies you insist are so good. I'm waiting on bated breath to be impressed.

[ but also he blossoms under the company - the room is a little messy, like he's been wandering from one room to the other, a book here, an ipad there. restless. but he has the movie queued up and ready to go. ]

What did you order for us? [ he moves to the little fridge in the room and pulls up some paper plates with a waggle of his eyebrows. ]

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