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“Dance with me,
I want to be your partner, can’t you see?
The music is just starting,
night is calling, and I am falling…”
Yes, Deimos does have a thing for old soft rock, and? It makes him happy, brings him a sense of peace that’s so absent in this place.
There’s something about this song in particular that captures him. It sounds so wistful, and the lyrics...well, they remind him of a certain someone.
The dance of death. The way they fight together has this flow and rhythm to it, and though it’s stressful and strenuous, it’s eased somewhat through the connection that’s there.
But really, Deimos wishes he could have a proper dance with his partner, alone together in the night, observed and highlighted only by the light of the moon. That’s not going to happen here, but he can daydream.
Or at least, he can until he’s interrupted by one of the truck doors opening and Sanford getting in.
“Hey, what’re you listening to?”
Deimos instinctively turns the radio off.
Sanford lowers his eyes behind his shades.
“Oh, come on.”
Deimos hesitantly turns the radio back on.
“Fantasy, could never be so killing
I feel free, I hope that you are willing
Pick the beat up, and kick your feet up…”
“Ah, I know this one. Nice song.”
“Yeah, I really like it. It-”
“Makes you think of us?”
“Ha, maybe…”
His bravado evaporates in moments like these, and honestly, it almost feels better this way.
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Deimos is lying on his truck bed, looking up at the night sky, a dark crimson, almost black, the moonlight blaring into his weary eyes.
He can’t sleep. He won’t sleep.
He’s so fucking tired of the weird dreams and the nightmares. Can’t his mind think of one pleasant thing and stick to it for once? He has to deal with enough shit in reality, why does his mind have to torment him too?
He feels the familiar touch of Sanford’s hand on his arm.
“Hey, Dei. Can’t sleep?”
Deimos nods slowly.
Sanford replies, “Me either.”
“You alright?”
“I’m good, I’m just...feeling kinda restless.”
Sanford’s hand slips down to take Deimos’. The two continue to just watch the sky for a bit.
Then, Sanford takes his hand away and jumps down from the truck bed, walking a short distance away from it and then stopping to turn to Deimos, prompting him to sit up.
“What’s up, ‘Ford?”
Sanford stretches out their arm, looking off to the side slightly.
“Dance with me?”
Deimos almost breaks into laughter, but it just becomes a smile. He jumps off of the bed and swiftly takes Sanford’s hand.
It’s so stupid. Neither of them have a clue how to dance. They’re just twirling each other around and lifting each other up in the air and shit.
But this is the happiest either of them have been in quite a while.
Deimos mentally swears to himself to use his time alone with Sanford to the fullest.
“Let it lift you off the ground
Starry eyes and love is all around us
I can take you where you want to go…”