The first and only love of his life was human, but underneath a human's flesh sang divinity. Every move Mo made, whether he was on or off the dance floor, exuded an exquisite, fluid grace that belonged to a being of the highest order.
*Dance Central. Random Glitch/Mo (unrequited?)
Just a oneshot I wanted to belt out about one of my Dance Central OTPs. Please enjoy.
He loved with a passion that couldn't be measured, by words or numbers.
He loved with a ferocity that painted his every step ten shades of bliss. Love erupted with such intensity, it was both impossible and foolish to long for a good night's sleep. His insides were consumed with desires, primal and innocent. Sweet and ravenous, like the rain painting his windowsill, joined with thunder.
His insides were consumed by Mo, the one responsible for giving him a new home. The one that opened up not only his doors but his life,to a street urchin no one knew. The Brea drew him out of overwhelming loneliness, which had been so powerful, his bones ached-and he was only fifteen years old.
A year had gone by. Three hundred and sixty five days of Mo had flown by, filled with Mo's family recipes, dance-offs in the rain, and late night movie marathons. A whole year of Mo had gone by, filled with his tears, shifts at a Starbucks, and dreams of blossoming into something more. Something greater. Immortal.
Glitch already believed in Mo's immortality.
The first and only love of his life was human, but underneath a human's flesh sang divinity. Every move Mo made, whether he was on or off the dance floor, exuded an exquisite, fluid grace that belonged to a being of the highest order. The groove in Glitch's heart was an angel encased in human form, only showing humanity his wings whenever he was on the dancefloor, making love to music.
The urchin without a real name loved Mo. The sound of the Brea's voice was liquified pearl, dribbled lightly over a moonlit night. Caramel eyes were sweeter than a midnight concerto. The breakdancer's mere presence filled Glitch's lungs with such intense adoration, love was toxic to the young breaker. Love poisoned his insides, making it impossible to do, think or say anything that didn't revolve around Mo.
Emilia and Taye thought it was infatuation. Every child his age harbored crushes like they were going out of style, right? It was cute, the way Glitch hung onto Mo's every word, and supported his every dream. But they misunderstood. Yes, Glitch was only sixteen going into Dance Central 3, but he knew. The way he felt around Mo wasn't out of childish fantasy. The Brea wasn't some drug he'd throw away in a day, or a video game he'd beat in a week.
Glitch was there. Whenever Mo tossed and turned at night, dreaming of his mother's death, dreaming of what MacCoy put him through, Glitch was there.
Whenever the Brea stumbled in late at night, tired from all the extra hours of work, Glitch was there.
They won Dance Central 2 together. They practiced their award winning routines, did interviews and photo shoots together. They dreamt together, even while they were awake.
Glitch knew his feelings were much more than a child's infatuation.
Yes, he was young. And there were much older cats that deserved him, MacCoy included. Coy put him through Hell a million times over, but the Brea still had feelings for him.
Glitch was outclassed in every imaginable.
"C'n you help me? I want...I wanna try t' get 'im t'...ya know. Notice me."
He said those words to Aubrey and Bodie with such conviction and heart, they couldn't ignore how suitable he was for their beloved Mo. Glitch clicked with Mo as a fish clicked with water. They were of one heart, one soul, one mind. To get the Brea to understand that, Aubrey and Bodie took Glitch on a shopping spree. New threads always did wonders for confidence.
Mo called every last one of Glitch's new outfits 'cute', forcing Glitch to deem the shopping spree a painful failure. But then-
A sweet brown and white outfit did the trick. Mo was just about to call it "slammin" but stopped short, giving Glitch enough room to smile.
So yeah, he was young. But his feelings were deep enough to hit the earth's core. He wanted Mo, dreamt of Mo, wanted to while away the hours making mad, passionate love to the personification of beauty. He was young but he'd learn. He wanted to learn the Brea's sweet spots, how to make him smile and drown in the cleansing waters of ecstasy.
The only bullet point of his age he acknowledged was puberty. Raging hormones made sleep impossible. He wanted Mo more than water, food, air. Every smile was a dagger to Glitch's heart, as the Brea's beauty was unreachable, like the Holy Grail of a mystical land.
Glitch cried at night. He stifled his sobs so Mo wouldn't hear them, which made his chest burn with feverish toxins. His insides were distorted by the suppressed rage, the frustration that followed unfulfilled dreams, bliss and hunger.
Glitch hated the night. The days were just as painful, but at least there weren't any dreams of his body being opened and cherished by an amber princess.
Glitch loved with strength, truth and passion that betrayed his years.
Unfortunately, Mo couldn't see that.
Or did he?
