“Like No-one’s Watching”
So I’ve gotten back into writing due to all the sin I’ve let back into my life. <3
I’m waiting for my AO3 account to be accepted or get invited or whatever it needs to do so I figure I could post it here for now. Though I highly doubt anyone’s going to read it as I’m still new here anyway hue hue. ^^’
Rated T just to be safe I suppose. Enjoy~~
100% inspired by:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZFEGpYVK_c
(dancetale.tumblr.com for more AU info)
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A- “How do you describe dancing?”
M- “Well… Whether you think you can or can’t dance…”
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You know… When you’re desperate for a roommate in a big empty house you can’t be picky about who comes knocking. For example, if they were say… freshly released monsters from under a mountain… It’d been about a year and they didn’t seem too bad so… why not right? Just wish I knew more about them you know? I really ought to pay more attention to the news.
I tapped the pen on the table a few more times as I watched Sans move about the living room with the feather duster in his hand. Though, as far as I’d been watching, roughly 3 or so minutes now, he’s been dusting the same place the entire time. His “eye sockets” closed as he listened to whatever it was that was playing from the phone in his pocket. It was subtle but I could see his body swaying to the beat of the song and I felt my cheeks heat up ever so slightly.
“How does a skeleton even use ear buds?” I asked aloud before I could stop myself.
His motions stopped as he half turned toward me, flashing that ever present smile, and then shrugged slightly while wiggling the phalanges of his free hand. “magic~”
“Naturally.” I snorted softly and smiled in return. With that he turned back to his “work” though his motions had stopped. However, a second later he reached back and pulled his hood up and over his head and I felt a thrum of regret. He was probably trying to hide the earbuds he had tapped to either side of his skull now that I had mentioned it. I hadn’t laughed at him for it but questioning it may have embarrassed him.
When I had questions involving monsters like that it was his usual response so I’m not sure what I was honestly expecting by actually asking anyway.
I returned my attention back to my thesis paper for a few more moments before movement caught my eye again and I glanced back to Sans.
He had moved to the next shelf and I caught the end of a smooth slide as he did it; the slight motions returning, if only just barely noticeable. A slight tapping of one of his feet… The free hand moving in odd motions before reaching into his pocket and turning up the song that was playing… His hips swaying to the beat in off-timed rocks…
My eyes widened slightly as my own breath hitched, my heart thumping in my chest as my anticipation began to build.
He was starting to dance.
I hadn’t seen him, or any monster do it (Aside from that Mettaton fellow…) where others could see before. You hear all the stories; how monsters “fight” (whatever that meant) by dancing, how they learn about others or something. It was how they got closer to each other.
I couldn’t help but give a nervous swallow as my mouth dried out. You hear people say all kinds of things about monsters dancing… Like, how if whoever they’re dancing with is compatible then their dancing styles can merge and a strong bond can form. Now more than ever I wished I had learned ANYTHING about dancing when I was younger so I could…
That train of thought slowly sputtered to a halt as I just continued to watch his motions get more fluid as it spread to his limbs, one of his arms doing slight wave motions as he spun quickly toward the opening to the dining room where I was seated.
I quickly averted my eyes in fear of getting caught, staring at the papers on the table hard enough someone might fear they could catch fire. After a few tense heartbeats of silence, aside from the rustle of his clothes from his movements and slight squeak of his sneakers on the hardwood floor, I finally glanced back into the living room. He was now in the center of the large open room with his arm reaching upward to dust the chandelier above him.
From this position I could see that his sockets were closed and his cheeks were dusted with the soft blue of his blush. Another question I had asked but was brushed off with the quick answer of “Magic.” I felt more heat rush to my own face at the expression on his face. He looked… He looked lost in the music and no matter how much I willed myself to look away before his eyes opened and caught me I couldn’t look away. His body was swaying a bit more, the motions almost looking jerky but still having a flow to them.
The only warning I got was when he slid to the side again to lay the duster on a random shelf then spinning back to the center of the room. In a flash of blue light that blinded me for a moment I saw an upside down white heart (That might as well have been blue with all the blue light that shown around it) floating a few inches away from his chest.
I felt… like I was invading his privacy for some reason but he was the one who started it… in the middle of cleaning the living room… Right where I could see… Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could even have moved if I wanted to though. The sight and the thoughts and questions running through my head kept me rooted in place to watch.
The heart stayed directly in the center of his chest as his swaying motions completely overtook his body. One hand reached into the air as his other went to his pocket once more to turn up the music to a point that I could slightly hear the distorted audio in the silence of the house.
Sans’ movements started slow, mostly just in his legs as they bent and tilted from side to side as his hips followed, his arms close to his chest with his head tilted downward.
I found myself leaning forward to try to get a better look at him but didn’t otherwise move, too afraid to break the moment for him. He’d barely even started and I could feel my poor heart trying to hammer its way out of my chest at the sight.
The swaying traveled up his legs to his arms as they circled his chest then up to his head, his back arching with the movements as his feet shuffled slightly, then one foot kicked forward as he leaned back.
I swallowed again and licked my lips and realized that I had my mouth hanging open like some dumb struck fool but other than closing my mouth I remained fixated on the sight in the living room.
Sans’ feet snapped back together as he straightened his body, his arms going above his head and pointed outward as he rocked his upper body for a moment then dropping his arms once more, his feet and legs spreading as he lowered himself into an almost squat, leaning to one side with more fluid arm movements then leaning back to his center suddenly. With a quick hop he dropped himself down again, one leg bent at the knee to hold his weight as the other was splayed to the side, his arms at head level for a moment then dropping down as well as pushing himself back up by his legs and dipping to the side, then using the momentum from that he spun himself to the side as one foot pushed forward and one arm pumped the air in front of him before facing me again.
Up until then it was somewhat simple to track and watch each movement as he was moving slowly and precisely. With that last move done his whole body picked up in speed. His arms and legs and hips all moving together to make each dance and pose flow flawlessly into a different one in the blink of an eye. The jumps and hops and tilts flowing almost like water but… As someone with no knowledge in the world of dance I couldn’t even supply the right words to describe the movements. Just staring stupidly as he moved like he was telling a story with the motions of his body.
I blinked and tilted my head to the side, realizing that my mouth was open again but not bothering to close it this time; focusing on his movements again with a new perspective.
With Sans’ next hop and tilt his arms reached up to engulf his skull for a moment then sliding down to the next movement. It looked… sad… Maybe not sad but… tragic, perhaps?
My heart continued to hammer away, the beating matching his movements as my face felt like it would burst into flame.
It felt like he was dancing to my heartbeat.
My breathing picked up as the world practically melted around me; my sight and senses focused solely on his dancing. His eyes were still closed and his expression said he was also just as focused on his dancing as I was. Face scrunched up in concentration as “magic” sweat beaded on his face.
Sans continued his dancing as I watched on with a stupefied expression on my own face. His quick steps and motions picking up even more pace if it were even possible as my poor overworked heart thudded along with the beat until I felt like I might pass out. Had I even been breathing this whole time..?
Right before I thought it might get even deeper he straightened and leaned to the side with a few more arm movements then sliding his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and his body stilled.
I was still trapped in my trance as he exhaled slowly and opened his eyes to show me one empty socket and a glowing blue one; focusing on me.
The world still felt a little far off as he took a few steps toward me and stopping about an arm’s length away to stand in front of me. His face was still flushed the same dark blue that glowed softly in his eye and around the heart still in front of him. I still couldn’t make myself move or even breathe, he was no longer dancing but it still felt… the moment felt intimate and my heart still refused to slow down its erratic beating despite his stillness.
Finally, his eye shifted to the side and another bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face in a look I could only describe as sheepish. I was finally able to at least blink as confusion overtook me and he finally broke the silence.
“you uh… you’re showing a little there, kid.”
And with that the magic shattered and the world finally came back into focus. I blinked again a few times and took a quick inhale of breath as I just stared at him. The meaning of his words sinking in as I quickly dipped my head down to look at my own chest. My hands coming up to cover myself in an attempt of modesty but stopping suddenly as my breath hitched in shock.
Directly in front of the center of my chest was a right-side up green heart thrumming almost erratically but was noticeably slowing its own movements as I just stared stupidly at it.
A soft exhale drew my attention back to Sans and I saw that the deep glow in his eye was finally dimming and he looked like he was beginning to relax. “give a guy a warning next time yeah?” His voice still betrayed that he had been dancing only moments before but he still seemed… Well I wasn’t sure honestly; not upset but lost in thought.
I opened my mouth to speak but I was only able to mutter a soft “um” as I glanced back down to the bright green light at my chest.
Sans laughed softly and I could see his posture tilt as he leaned forward to point at it. “sorry about that, but your soul is pretty loud you know? i just kind of… got lost to the beat i guess.” I finally glanced up at him and noticed that he almost seemed embarrassed.
My brow scrunched up in more confusion as I glanced from him to the green heart and back again and I was finally able to actually speak. “You were dancing to your song.”
Okay, so I meant for that to be a question instead of a deer in the headlights statement but he seemed to understand and shrugged. “at first, yeah. but like i said; you have a pretty loud soul.”
My face felt like it was going to burst into flames as my heart (and from my peripheral vision the green heart) started to pulse a bit faster. Was he trying to tell me he actually WAS dancing to the beating of my heart?
Feeling overwhelmed with… whatever feeling was assaulting my insides I pried my eyes away from him and the heart to look at the walls and finally saw what our colored hearts were doing to the room around us. Green toward myself and blue toward him, the space between us becoming cyan with our colors so close and I could only look around with open wonderment at the pure… magic of it all.
Stupidly breaking the moment I whispered. “It’s… so pretty.”
He laughed softly and I turned to him in time to see a full bodied shrug. “yeah, i guess you could say these colors are pretty cool.”
I could only stare at him as that ever preset smile practically spread across his face.
“Sans did you just…”
END
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M- “…You find a song you feel like you could dance to then just… listen to it. Get up and let your body move how it wants to. If you can’t do that then close your eyes and try to ‘feel’ how your body wants to move. Then you describe the feelings you get.”
A- “… Sounds complicated.”
M- “Heh.. Yeah. It really is.”