love's around you

[scalpedsociety]

Who: Tamara and you
What: A (Valentine's) Day in the life of one of Pride's most notoriously attractive women.
When: February 14th
Where: Various Places (See comments/prompts for more details.)
Warnings: None, but things might happen. (It's Aramat/Tamara and Valentine's Day, what do you expect?)

It's February 14th, and Tamara knows she's in for a busy day. There's checking the bag of letters and other things sent to her for the holiday. (No doubt some fans might want some things signed.) There's lunch with Squalo at Jeanne's at around noon. Sound check and the small Valentine's Day concert she's got planned at her old Gothic haunt, Club Lunacy. She'll be singing a few covers, as well as songs from Kairos. (Whether or not a certain Scarred Fellow will take the stage with her is a question on everyone's lips, but Tamara said anything could happen.) Last but not least, she'll be spending the rest of evening with Jecht in a romantic dinner and who knows what else?

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[psyvampexperiment]

The cigarette might have started to burn perilously close to her fingers, but even still, on noting it, Sariel moves in, kneeling down and taking the cigarette from her hand, crushing it out.

"Tamara? Are you all right? Did your own performance disturb you?" he asks, concerned.

[scalpedsociety]

"Who are you, you tall pale beast? And why are you calling me that old name? Say it again and I will take out the other eye."

She scowls at him for a good moment but she comes back. When she comes to, she stares straight at him with a blank face.

"Huh?"

[psyvampexperiment]

That reaction causes him to back away slowly a little ways, his good eye wide with surprise and a hint of apprehensive concern. "Are all right? You don't seem yourself... literally, I'm afraid," he says, with no trace of any teasing or word play. From his tight, wary posture, he's all serious.

[scalpedsociety]

Tamara doesn't even seem aware of what she said. "What did I say to you?" She asks.

[psyvampexperiment]

"Just now? You called me a 'tall, pale beast' and you asked me why I was calling you by that old name. And you also warned me that if said it again... you'd take out my other eye," he says, warily on the last bit.

"I'm wondering if this is a case of a walk-in..." he adds, clearly trying to parse all this and turn his fear into curiosity.

[scalpedsociety]

"I don't know... that song was too much." Tamara sighs.

[psyvampexperiment]

"It was intense... the most intense thing I've heard you sing," he says, his gaze turned away from her. Then looking to her, he adds, "Would it worry if I said it... spoke to me? That while you were singing... I had a mental image, a waking dream, even, of a moon in full eclipse, blood red."

[scalpedsociety]

"Wait... you can see these sort of things too?"

Now she's concerned.

[psyvampexperiment]

"This is a first for me: I've had vivid mental images, inspirations that hit me hard and powerfully, but nothing quite like what just occurred to me," he says.

[scalpedsociety]

"I'm sorry." This entire couple weeks have been strange.

[psyvampexperiment]

"It was certainly a strange experience, but I might be able to weave some new lyrics out of it," he says, and if allowed, he'll put a reassuring hand onto her shoulder. "No hard feelings when it may well give me a chance to create.

"I've read about unexplained phenomena since I was small, this was a first, actually living through one."