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.

“I’m going to be lost either way Eric.” he whispered into the darkness. “I just want to die happy.” He felt like crying again, but he had no more tears to give. “But I can understand wanting to save yourself from investing your emotions and then loosing me.”

You won’t.” The response slipped quickly, but it was soft enough that Eric hoped Alan wouldn’t have heard it. He pushed his hands through his hair and cradled his head. The still darkness felt tense. Unfriendly. “ … Wha’ if bein’ wi’ me only brings yer death sooner? … Can I really be at yer side? Can I really bring ye happiness?" 

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