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.

Tears began to well in Alan’s eyes at that simple statement. “You will?” he replied, voice breaking slightly with emotion. His heart swelled with happiness. Eric wanted to be with him, he’d said it aloud! A tear leaked from his eye and ran down his cheek, but he smiled widely.

That smile elicited a small one in return from Eric. He brushed that tear away with his thumb. “Aye. S’ quit yer cryin’ an’ be happy.” This was the right choice. If he had any hope of saving his friend – no, his lover – he had to be willing to risk it all to keep him happy. 

© OCTOMOOSEY