Anonymous whispered:

"Alan had heard the noise a few minutes ago, and thought nothing of it, but eventually his curiosity got the best of him. He trod down the hallway, following the music to Eric's bedroom. Though he knew it was impolite, he peeped in through the crack in the door, astonished to find the reaper dancing! Alan couldn't help smiling, and watched in curiosity. He never took the other man to be the dancing sort... but it certainly looked fun. He wasn't sure he could keep up though. (shi-no-toge)"

shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

Alan’s cheeks flushed and he pressed his slim fingers into Eric’s chest gently. “That’s quite possibly the sweetest thing I’ve ever been told.” He said softly, making eye contact with the older reaper. His pulse quickened slightly.

Eric could hold his gaze for only a moment. His own cheeks flushed. “It’s the truth. Ye’ve always kept me from bein’ shrouded in darkness. Familiar darkness.” He pressed Alan’s hand flush to his chest, as though having his gentle touch so close to his heart was somehow comforting. “I’d do anythin’ tae keep ye glowin’." 

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