come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones

[scalpedsociety]

Who: Aramat and YOU! (Certain prompts are locked for certain people though.)
What: A month in the life of the pianist.
When: Throughout March
Where: Various Places Around Vista City and Pride HQ
Warnings: Possible sex, mentions of triggering things and whatever else. Will warn in advance. Prompts are in the comments.

Throughout March, Aramat is rather busy with various things, recording for Crown of Thorns, performing in clubs, searching for apartments to spend some quiet time in, and perhaps other errands. Of course there's always time for fun as well...

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[scalpedsociety]

Aramat happens to spot Bill in the crowd and it's not entirely sure it's it's the music that might summon him up to the stage later after this song, the slow beckoning movements of her hands, or the fact that there is something in her music that's calling directly to him, not obviously but subconsciously.

It's not quite forcing, more an offer.

Slip into silent slumber
Sail on a silver mist
Slowly and surely your senses
Will cease to resist

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Bill hasn't fallen prey to such musical influence in a while, not since the night of the murders. While there is some initial resistance to the foreign feeling, it isn't long before the jazz musician finds himself tangled up in lyrical strings.

His expression morphs into something unreadable and he begins his ascent towards the stage. As unplanned as this venture is, he has no mic, but the audience may hear him lightly harmonize as she finishes the last lyrics of the song.

"Slip into silent slumber.
Sail on a silver mist.
Slowly but surely,
Your senses will cease to resist."

If there is one comfort to this feeling, its that he knows he still doesn't believe a word of it. TRUST NO ONE. Its hard to tell if its something that has been drilled into his head or if its an idea he himself perpetuated to feed to others. He'll mull it over later. The sax player continues to repeat the phrases but they are devoid of meaning, they come off as something more of a mantra, a reaffirmation to an order given.

"Trust in me,
Just in me.
Shut your eyes,
And trust in me.
You can sleep safe and sound,
Knowing I am around."

Bill flashes Aramat a smile as he smoothly joins her on stage, practically wandering in to those hands, should they still beckoning him forward to the rhythm of the song.

[scalpedsociety]

And the crowd freaks out at the sight of Bill coming up to the stage. Not so much that he's from Virgo, but the fact that he's Bill Cipher. The insane as hell saxophonist from ViP. Add to that she's... kind of flirting with him.

After the song is over, Aramat may pat Bill on the shoulder.

"Anything you have in mind, dear Bill?"

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

If there is one thing to snap Bill out of his daze, it is the roar of the crowd. Something just feels so inherently right about having people scream when they see him, of staring in awe and adoration. Not one to shirk at an opportunity to show off, Bill wastes no time in playing them up- never mind that he still isn't sure how he got on stage in the first place. Their excitement only seemed to grow the closer he got to the other artist, this might be fun to work with.

"Think I know juuuust the one."

He takes a moment to inform the rest of the ensemble of the choice before coming back to mutter it to Aramat.

"What do you say? Shall we give em something to talk about~?"

Nothing like a nice semi-scandalous display for a bit of PR.

[scalpedsociety]

"That's really nice, of course we should."

The band starts the music and it sounds... dirty. Almost sleazy.

And Aramat goes into vamp mode, singing a deep register.

I've been a bad bad girl
I've been careless
With a delicate man
And it's a sad sad world
When a girl will break a boy
Just because she can

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"Don't you tell me to deny it,"

Although his saxophone is on his person, Bill comes in strong picking up the next line of the lyrics, effectively throwing a curve ball into the perspective of the narrative-- but isn't that just his way?

He circles the partnering accompaniment, stepping close but not too close unless Aramat initiates it; a little 'offer' of his own. This audience wants a show, and he is more than willing to fan a few flames to put on one.

"I done wrong, and I wanna suffer for my sins,"

He drops to his knees, one hand over his chest but if that mischievous smile is any indication, he doesn't look like a man ready to change his ways at all.

"I've come to you 'cause I need guidance to be true,
But I don't know just where I should begin,"

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat shakes her head, not disapproving of this clearly fake showing of guilt, but teasing. Naughty naughty boy, we know the truth here...

What I need is
A good defense
'Cause I'm feelin'
Like a criminal

But not really.

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Bill tilts his head back in subtle defiance to that teasing show of mock disappointment, continuing his serenade,

"And I need to be 'redeemed' to the one I've sinned against"

Before swiftly rising out of the position, readying his sax for the upcoming horn line after the chorus ends in one smooth motion.

"Cause they're all I've ever known or loved~"

[scalpedsociety]

In short, this is a duet of liars, murderers that barely care what they do.

Heaven help me
For the way I am
Save me from
These evil deeds
Before I get them done

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

The question then becomes, who is the bigger manipulator in this group? The woman who enticed the man on stage, the man who is coercing the woman into being a part of his act, the audience who believe the empty words of the idols they know nothing about, or the musicians who can't resist the attention of so many eyes upon them.

"I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand, but I keep living each day, like tomorrow's never gonna come!"

No one in this room is innocent, and it bleeds through in the words, sincerity wholeheartedly lost in the flavor of the song. The music builds up in anticipation for the next stanza.

[scalpedsociety]

Oh help me but
Don't tell me to deny it
I've got to cleanse myself
Of all these lies till
I'm good enough for him

But not really, lies are needed everyday. A lot of things are made of lies. And by the smirk on her face, she enjoys it.