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]

Summoning her best 'light as air' voice she sings the chorus:

Erst wenn die wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am himmel sehn
wir haben angst und sind allein

(Only once the clouds have gone to sleep
can you see us in the sky
we are afraid and alone)

[psyvampexperiment]

He replies with the last line of the chorus, which he might deliver with an almost weary shake of his head, his good eye glinting with something else:

Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein

(God knows I don't want to be an angel)

The crowd is joining in the whistling on the bridge to the next verse, more than a few grooving with the beat, but a few might have some puzzled looks at their fallen angel's body language. Especially on the second verse, as his shoulders square a bit, almost gathering himself a bit:

Sie leben hinterm Sonnenschein
getrennt von uns unendlich weit
sie müssen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)
damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen

(They live behind the sunshine
separated from us, infinitely far
they must cling to the stars (very tightly)
so they don't fall from the sky)

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat keeps at the chorus, staring deeply in tune with Sariel's actions.

Erst wenn die wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am himmel sehn
wir haben angst und sind allein

(Only once the clouds have gone to sleep
can you see us in the sky
we are afraid and alone)

[psyvampexperiment]

He'll look her in the face, his head lowered a bit, a fire kindling in his good eye, yet there's still a tiredness there, almost a pleading but not one borne of despair but rather of desire, as he replies with the last line of the chorus, the fire starting to kindle brighter at each repeat of the line.

Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein
Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein
Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein

(God knows I don't want to be an angel
God knows I don't want to be an angel
God knows I don't want to be an angel)