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Aramat Drawdes|Tamara Seward ([personal profile] scalpedsociety) wrote in [community profile] interstellar55552016-04-17 10:14 pm

how are you not going to show your scar?

Who: Aramat and YOU
What: Various things around Vista City, and watch fame slowly grate on the woman. See the prompts for more details.
When: Early April, 1st to the 15th
Where: All around the city
Warnings: Lotsa sexual things and stuff that could be that way. Also cursing and all that junk.


01 | LOFT | come on baby/all I wanna see you in is just skin | FOR XANXUS

It took 4-5 months of dancing around each other, but he got her. The first time was hurried, almost desperate for both of them. Hands grabbing everywhere, clothes getting nearly torn off, Aramat's makeup being smudged on Xanxus' scarred face and unspeakable places, sweat, claw marks on skin and bites. It was amazing, exhausting and almost to her very limit but amazing.

It was meant to be a one time thing at best, just have a taste of him and never do again.

But it wasn't. This was what Squalo was trying to warn her about. A person could be addicted to him very easily.

Occasionally they met in a hotel or two for their rompings, but nothing regular or in Pride HQ. (That's Squalo's territory now and she still wanted it to be secret.) But she wanted something more private, more akin to home. So she bought the loft. At once industrial and warm, harsh and feminine, it's far better than any hotel in the area to her.

She admits she's having the bassist around for the wrong reasons (and it's risky, seeing as he's with Squalo now), he's primarily there just for the sex and the relaxation. Times have been getting more and more stressful lately and sometimes she needs someone to screw her senseless, stay around to hold for a hour or two and have the good sense to leave.

It's not like she doesn't appreciate Xanxus though, they help each other in a way. (And her Incubus looks good naked in her sheets, hell looks good anywhere.) She'll reach for a cigarette nearby her bed, her back towards him.

Thank god the bed is reinforced.


02 | COT PENTHOUSE | to find something real to hold on to

As discussed with Tooru during Fairy Trials, Aramat is busy preparing lunch for the band family. (She thinks it's good for 'rallying the troops' before the marathon practice sessions.) And she's hoping they can do this regularly.

She's not too good at Japanese cuisine so she orders Sushi from the best restaurant in town. (With all the trimmings any lover of the dish could desire.) The milk bread for dessert however, she did make.

She finds that things have changed in the months since she's signed. Wolfram went away (and she still doesn't know what exactly happened to him.) Mai and Tooru have become more adverse to the media (and Pride period,) Wolfram was replaced by Sariel and he became Sawbones and Artolo? Artolo became a rap star. Other's in Pride can come through to enjoy the lunch, but it's still for Crown of Thorns and the Court.

03| VISTA CITY PARK | into the rose-garden/my words echo/thus, in your mind

With all practicing in HQ. (Which she secretly hates, the place is pretty much a gilded cage for all the 'songbirds' of Pride, complete with a abusive owner. Sometimes she just feels the need to walk around the local park, taking in the sun.

...Well she would if Avery didn't keep trailing her. She knows he's there to keep the 'unwanted' out but she can't help but feel hate for him too. Aramat wishes he'd leave, even for an hour.

She feels the bars of the cage even more.

04 | PRIDE HQ | and she'll scream/and she'll shout/and she'll pray/and she had a name/yeah she had a name

Aramat understands that the tour has to be perfect, but even she didn't know that practicing would be this grueling on her. By the time they play these tracks, all of them will hate these songs. Hell, they kind of already do with hearing it over, and over and over again.

After these hours Aramat sits at her piano, listless and alone with a cigarette in her mouth. Maybe someone can bring her back to Terra?

05 | WILDCARD

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psyvampexperiment: (In the snow)

[personal profile] psyvampexperiment 2016-04-28 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
He pauses, weighing what he has to say, and might shift a bit, putting one foot behind him. "I hope this doesn't sound strange, but... a month or so before I announced the change of persona, I met an angel," he says. "Or perhaps... I was rescued by one, to be more precise. I was leaving a club one night and a mob tried to swarm me, looking for autographs or whatever... and then she appeared... out of the sky..." He pauses, still clearly shaken by all this and yet amazed as well. "She spoke with power, with authority: she told the crowd to fall back and leave me alone... and they did. They slunk away like chastened children, allowing me to escape and return here... I saw her following the car, as if she flew...

"After that... all the images of angels as we know them seem pale and trite by comparison. Not even the darker, earthbound types can hold a candle to her... I'm not sure I can keep up the persona, now that I've seen the reality."
psyvampexperiment: (Open Collar looking right)

[personal profile] psyvampexperiment 2016-05-03 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
He'll shrug gracefully, pausing and tilting his head toward the kettle, making sure it hasn't started boiling just yet (green tea is a picky tea that tastes best when the water hasn't reaching the boiling point). "She fit the tropes of an angel: I suppose she could have been a costumed crusader or a superhero, but she seemed... more than either of those, more than just a talented human in a costume..." He pauses, the kettle now chattering, and so he takes it off the burner, filling the mug and covering it with a plate.

"In all honesty, I can't think of another creature that she would be, though I might be biased, given my interest in angels," he admits, looking to her.
psyvampexperiment: (Gazing off into the distance)

[personal profile] psyvampexperiment 2016-05-04 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nor have I seen one, or perhaps, not until I saw *her*," he says, his gaze turning distant for a long moment. He'll shake his head slowly, clearing it, then looking to her. "As I said... the reality was greater than the icons we've used for so long, and I found I couldn't try aping such a creature, even an earth-bound one, for any longer. But it was the kind of realization I couldn't share with the media: they'd think I was crazy, though there were witnesses to the incident that inspired it..."