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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[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)