Delta had a lot of hobbies. Dancing was a big one, but it was the sort of thing she felt estranged from since her childhood, death, years through hell and back. It was like riding a bike. Dancing itself wasn’t the problem. It was more she’d lost as a kid with her classes and crews. She had parents clapping in the background building the most confident kid in the world. She stopped after her mother’s death except by herself. She isolated herself to the streets. It was more a private thing now too unless they happened to be somewhere like Hogfest and let loose for the hell of it. She wasn’t a club goer. It wasn’t really her scene. She didn’t like people enough anymore to want to be around any scene actually. But, she did have a few misfits loyals that she didn’t mind hanging out with sometimes. She knew it drove Frank a little jealous sometimes. But, she had a feeling Frank put up with Zero because he gave Delta an outlet to get back to what he would know deep down she misses. He was the completely gay boy that wasn’t going to be thinking bad thoughts at least when he was dancing with her.
Zero came running when he got upset with the Pierre situation. He acted like he wanted to throw down all hyped up via text to Delta so she was in. But, when he got there before Maddy ever came up and they started warming up she could tell something wasn’t right. She didn’t even need Frank’s feed to feel it. Dance partners feel each other and he was off. So, they took it down a notch as she was trying to find the right chemistry for the body language he was putting off. But, she didn’t demand answers. If Frank was around she’d ask for a feed. But, she’d still not call him out. She’d let dance do what dance does. It was language she could speak with Zero only. Frank was more a watcher and silly dancer for fun and slow dancing. Zero was her only technical dance partner unless Maddy ever really kept it up. Then she’d have a girl. There was a little part of her that wondered if she could get a whole crew again.
That is what Maddy would walk in on. It was one they worked on every now and then but hadn’t perfected yet. All the choreography wasn’t done yet. But, they’d wing it. She was feeling him out her way.
Zero would be in the state of mind he came for. He was trying to get lost in it and he was. Little ghost twink that liked to dance and nothing more pushing his problems away. He felt free from it all in that room with Delta. She might have been a crazy, malicious, 2 headed monster, but sometimes she had her own magic with people. This was one of those moments like whatever inspires her to to help the down and out all while being the same person who calls for the Butcher. But, this was a moment she extended to Zero of herself.
Then when the music was over and his chest was hurting from whatever place he went inside the music and the motions Zero saw Maddy standing there watching. He hadn’t noticed her there he’d been so engrossed in it.
The song was almost ironic to Delta realizing what was happening when Zero stopped and all he released came rushing back into his body. It was the very girl he’d yelled at and held such a grudge against only to over hear what he did on that phone call. Delta was a pretty private person. He knew they were in the dungeons, but he in no way thought she’d be up there in the dance room or even see her at all.
But, part of him was scared. Another part of him was just thankful she was here.
“Hi.”
There was a nervousness in his eyes and a softness Zero just plain didn’t usually wear, usually the hyperactive rearing to go guy, always on the move. Delta would look between them both wondering where this was going and Zero would say to Maddy, “Can I hug you?”
((she’s younger here, but just pretend. her and zero. lol))