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This one actually isn't yaoi... I was just amused by the idea of them mocking people in general, and also another side to Sebastian's invitation to Claude to dance in season two. They feel more brotherly in this to me than anything, but you can see it in whatever light you like. xD Taking a brief break in between parts of Eat You Up, so enjoy this short one!
3.] They Call It Dancing
Rating: K
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The garden wall was bathed in a shadow that the twinkling lights of the tea candles and reflections of light spilling from the glass windows of the house could not penetrate, covering the sprawling lawns and soft pink roses that spread over the wall. The shadow stirred ever so slightly as a second and more graceful shadow slipped onto the wall with a bird-like, princely air. The two demons were silent, drinking in the faint notes of a waltz they couldn't completely hear and watching the way the silk dresses moved in the light reflected from the crystals of a hundred chandeliers.
"Humans are so strange," whispered the first demon presently, wrapping the darkness more firmly around himself like a web. "There's no point in all their showyness, nothing to be caught by it, is there?"
There was a silence between the kin, a comfortable silence as they weighed the question. Presently, the second shadow slid from the wall in response, wrapping himself in a perfectly crafted mask that was all long, dark bangs and flawlessly pale skin, slipping easily into the role of a young aristocrat in an instant.
"It's not so strange." The strangely sultry, high pitched human voice was alien to them both, and they laughed like children at play, the first shadow sneaking close to feel each perfect immitation of a lock of hair. "After all, they're all just using each other, just like we'll use them, aren't they?"
"Yes," whispered the demon softly as he mimicked his fellow's masquerade, solidifying his flighty essence into equally majestic features, gold eyes snapping brightly at the other. They stood for a moment, watching the humans circle each other intricately until their curiousity grew unbearable.
The grass crunched strangely underfoot when the raven one stepped hesitantly, lifting his arms with the grace of a dance instructor, sliding into a waltz with many quick glances toward to far away windows to check his performance. The dewed grass beneath his feet scarcely dipped under the new weight of the demon and his imaginary lady, the pair moving with an elegance that put the sophistication at the top of the garden to shame.
Crunch, crunch.
He stopped, looking back at the awkward half-slouch of his fellow with a laugh, arms dropping from the waist of the false lady. "It's no use, she's a dreadful dancer."
"For shame, and from the prestigious Invisible family," mocked the other, his yellow eyes narrowing with an unfamiliar mirth. They were sizing each other up, now, immediately alert to the possibility of competition, something clearly present among the flustered young males at the top of the garden who competed so diligently for the affections of the laughing girls - a game with a prize of a mate. They were demons, after all, and it was in their nature to adore a good game.
The raven one extended his hand, lips curving ever so slightly with the traces of a laugh, eyes never leaving his fellow's. "Perhaps you can hope to surpass her... shall we dance?"
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