Warning: Implied death, implied war, TOXIN, just a couple mentions of the warnings, nothing explicit, dancing etc.
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You looked up at him, and he didn't acknowledge the people surrounding him. He organized this ball but did not seem to participate in the festivities. His tentacles move slightly as he gives himself another glass of crimson wine. The people called him the Angel of Death. He was described as a warmonger, someone who would slay, rend, and tear his way through an enemy army. The protectors of the AUs fight tooth and nail to overcome him, but eventually, they discover the true destroyer of the AUs: Toxin.
You know everyone should be afraid of him. He loomed over everyone, seldom recognizing their presence. On rare occasions he acknowledges skeletons you don't know but, you do know at least one of them is his right-hand guy. They always spoke quietly at these gatherings, before the skeleton was sent away by a wave of Dusk's hand.
You sighed, you wished these dull balls would have some kind of flare to them, but no, most of the time they're just incredibly boring. That was, until today when you, for a reason you're not too sure yourself, walked over to the looming skeleton and asked for a dance. You felt your heart in your throat, you can't believe you did that. He stared, his eyes focused on you.
"Can you repeat that?" Dusk inquired with a chilly and concentrated voice. You proceed despite knowing better.
"May I dance with you?" You repeat with an unexpected lack of preservation. He stares at you, his gaze studying your every movement. He watches before suddenly standing up. You gulp. You close your eyes, bracing for his fury when you feel his hand grip yours and pull you against his chest. Your eyes widen as he glances at you. His eyes, which were ordinarily cyan, were somewhat purple.
"Very well, we shall dance." Dusk hummed, and you could feel his deep voice resonating off his rib cage as he led you to the center, where the dance began. He pulled you close as he guided the dance.
You had never seen him dance before, yet he seemed natural at it. Every stride, every gesture, the sight in his eyes was fixed on you. You looked down to avoid his gaze when he puffed.
"Do not look away from your partner's eyes." Dusk's rich voice made you raise your gaze back to him. He shifted the dance so that you felt like the center of attention. His cloak, which he only donned on special occasions, whirled and moved around. He moved so in sync with you, his eyes glowing as he spins and dips you, you were half-expecting to fall, but he so easily caught you and then pulled you up. Of course, you had plenty of anxiety about this dance, as he was the Angel of Death.
He spun you again and he held your hands as you pressed your back against his chest. He moved with you, he was leaning over your shoulder, his cape moving again as he seemed focused. He moved with you. He guided your steps, you felt like you were flying in this dance with death. This was the most dangerous thing you've done in so long, you glanced at him as he seemed focused on you. Then he spun you again and he was dancing face to face with him again. The dancing picks up in a grand finale.
You actually felt like you were flying. He moved with you so easily and fast, and he never took his gaze from you. His eyes became a lighter hue of cyan. He spun you and danced with you so seamlessly that as he dipped you for the last time, you felt as fatigued as he did. When he heard the claps, he stopped dancing with you and turned to face you. You had to admit it: he was attractive, and you blushed as he pulled you up again. He bowed towards you, and you reciprocated the formality. You saw him return to the throne on which he sat, but he was lighter, and you swear you saw a pair of wings beneath that garment.
You flush and shake your head as you remember the dance. You had literally danced with the Angel of Death and survived. You doubted anything would come of it, but part of you wished you could have a meaningful chat with him one day. You did not see his gaze following you. He turned to face Dagger, who blinked at him.
"Find out who that is, Dagger…" Dusk murmured to the skeleton, who nodded. "I wish to dance with them again one day." As you reveled in the festivities, Dusk returned your gaze. Dagger nodded once more, and you could spend the rest of the night entirely oblivious of the skeleton who had become interested in learning more about you.
"Here. Take it." Dusk huffs, blushing slightly. He is holding his gift for you. You take it with caution.
"What did you get me?" You inquire as you examine the wrapping and the gift. He makes a cross with his arms.
"I-! I believe you should open it or the surprise will be ruined." Dusk moves his gaze away, his face flushing. As you begin to open his chest, he crosses his arms tightly against it. You notice a lovely handcrafted doll of you and him holding hands, as well as a lovely jumper with the words "I only have eyes for Yule." You look at him as he tightly crosses his arms.
"Is that a pu-" You begin, and he flushes even more. He shields his face with his hands.
"My brother claimed it would be sweet! Do you like it?" He's embarrassed, so you kiss him on the cheek.
"I like it, Dusk." You smile as he flushes even more. You hug him as he blushes and returns your hug.
