This was fun! This is “Rooftop Dancing” by Sylvan Esso as I see it because of synesthesia!
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This was fun! This is “Rooftop Dancing” by Sylvan Esso as I see it because of synesthesia!
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Slow Dancing Kanej
I’ve been binge watching videos from the account Wedding Dance Online on YouTube and I can’t stop thinking about this idea that I have that Kaz and Inej enjoy slow dancing, and it helped them touch each other because they would be focused on the movement and not on the skin and embrace, and then overtime they would keep doing it even though they’ve gotten used to each others touch because it just feels nice. I can imagine the silence as the music plays in their heads as they twirl through an empty room.
Kaz’s bad leg obviously plays a role in all these dances but were not gunna talk about that.
Anyway, below the cut is what I think about all of these.
SYLVAN ESSO : ROOFTOP DANCING
[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine // clint
( @bokketo )
Clint invited Amelia over to one of the semi-regular cookouts held at his apartment building. Of course, Amelia came along with a couple of cakes and cookies. Honestly, it was a wonderful night. A rare summer evening in New York, when it was simmering but somehow bearable, especially when around others (alcohol and lemonade helping, too).
One of the tenants brought out their boombox to play music, people putting a quarter in a jar in order to request a station change. Lucky was busy getting his belly rubbed by a couple of the kids, Clint was playing darts, and Amelia was seated, chatting with one of the mothers at the building when a song came on the radio, and before she knew it, Clint made it over to her corner of the rooftop, pulled the federal agent up on her feet to start dancing.
Even though she insisted she was not great with dancing (a lie), Clint didn’t appear to either care or listen (or both). She laughed and smiled as he spun her around to the song, dancing along to the music with him, enjoying herself.
Sylvan Esso - Rooftop Dancing
meet me at the streetlight, gonna take you there