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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[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

He DID warn about getting smited. He may have been kidding, but they sure have reasons...

"Heh. I got no argument. All I got to offer is me, and you have that already."

[scalpedsociety]

"And I'm happy with you, as long as you're here. I can stay in this place." Which is getting stranger and stranger each day.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Jecht's eyes unfocused slightly as he looked past her, faint horror and alarm mingling in his voice. "...I can't go back. If any of that's real, I have to stay here."

[scalpedsociety]

She leans on him. "I completely understand that. I don't want to go back either."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"It's not -- it's not about wanting, Aramat." He took a breath, an unsteady and ragged gulp of air. "If it's real, and I go back -- people die. A lot of people."

[scalpedsociety]

He said he's more akin to a sea monster. "What happened to you over there?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You'd -- I can't explain it." She'd believe it, but how COULD he explain Spira to anyone who hadn't been there? "But I'm... I ain't human any more. Just the heart of a monster."

[scalpedsociety]

"...Don't say that. You're human to me here. And if you insist that you are, then I'm in love with a monster with a capital and you're in love with a murderer, I guess that's how it is." First off, she can't believe she just admitted that to him, but at the same time it feels... freeing.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"...You fucked a guy to death, right? Because I could believe that." Once again, lame humor gave him breathing space to process all that. Actually, he didn't have trouble believing it, but to hear it said -- well, he needed a moment.

[scalpedsociety]

"Jecht! You're cursing in a church. What? Do you think I'm some sort of sex demon?" You know it's pretty shocking and bad when she's starting to join in the the lame humor.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"'Think' my ass, I'm lucky to be alive." He dropped the arm around her waist down to her rear for a quick squeeze, though without much real ardor behind it. This talk was too heavy to just banish with hormones.

[scalpedsociety]

It isn't, and Aramat can't even enjoy it like she usually does. She looks uncomfortable.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Letting out a grunt, Jecht slipped his hand back up to pull her close again. Maybe technically he wisn't alive. Maybe here he was. Who knew? Who the hell knew?

"Y'know, getting all this music talent was pretty cool, though."

[scalpedsociety]

"Yeah. And I get to know so many different people..." And thanks to the brainwashing, she's willing to be around them. The man by her is a great case.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Perhaps to his credit, Jecht didn't make a joke about that. "Maybe it ain't the dream we started out with, but it's a pretty fun dream to live, right?"

cool to wrap this up?

[scalpedsociety]

"It is." And she leans on him, saying nothing else.

They're both here together, that's all that matters.