Track Four:
"Disco Inferno"
Burn, baby, burn
Disco inferno
Burn, baby, burn
Burn that mother down
--The Trammps
It's clear that Demyx dances like his element, like his dancers: he moves with fluid, boneless grace, sliding and gliding and writhing like nothing but water filled his skin. Even the way he walks down the halls contains a tiny bounce, a little swivel that makes people think of him as happy-go-lucky.
But no one knows if Axel dances like his element, because no one ever sees Axel dance. He does. Arms moving with jerks and starts, near-flailing that could be called ungainly, except that it's infused with infinite spark and energy. The music doesn't matter—as long as there's a steady beat, Axel will pulse and burn, energy crackling through his shoulders, his elbows, down to his hips and knees. Eyes closed, so he doesn't has to watch himself dance, he lets it flow—but it's a completely different from the way Demyx flows. Axel dances like a forest fire—it's harsh, and painful, but so beautiful, it's hard to tear your eyes away. He moves like destruction, like he's on fire, like he'll set you on fire if you get too close (and if you managed to spot him dancing, he probably would).
He only dances with Demyx because Demyx insists, and he knows that Demyx would never tell. He's embarrassed by his dancing—the only thing he's shy about.
Demyx thinks it's sweet.
A/N: Just a quickie…I heard the song, and the image of flames made me think of Axel (surprise!). I love the idea of him dancing.