DancingTony was sitting in his workshop, working on a flaw in one of his gauntlet repulsors. It had a tendency to overload and lean towards exploding when used too much. Tony, however, loved his hands, needed them really, and didn't want that to happen. He was so involved in trying to fix the gauntlet that he had completely missed the fact that Steve had used his access code to get in and was currently sketching him.Dancing3 years ago in Short Stories
Tony finally found the problem, a fierce grin on his face. With a deft twist of his hands, he repaired the gauntlet and sighed. Putting it down, he looked up and stretched, freezing when he saw Steve sitting across from him. A cool breeze on the few inches of skin left bared by his t-shirt caused Tony to lower his arms slowly, studying the other man. Was that a slight blush he could see on Steve's face?
"Capsicle," Tony greeted idly, nodding at the blonde man. "Whatcha doing down here?"
"I came down here to ask you a question," Steve said softly, the blush highlighting his cheeks
Sonadow: DancingSonic: "Ow! I'm so sorry but, WILL YOU STOP CRUSHING MY FOOT!?"Sonadow: Dancing4 years ago in Emotional
Sonic: "I'm sorry for yelling, but it's like the 20th time you've stepped on my foot."
Shadow: "Okay, okay. Let's just rest."
Sonic: "I'll see you tomorrow, try practicing with a broomstick or whatever."
Shadow: "Bye." Shadow waved Sonic goodbye, and went to his room. Sonic was out the door of Shadow's house.
Sonic was walking home, thinking to himself.
Sonic: 'Why did I even agree to give him lessons? Oh well, can't give up on him.'
Shadow was in his room, preparing to sleep. They've practiced for over four hours, taking a break once every 20 to 30 minutes. It was already 10pm, they both needed to sleep early to get up early.
Shadow: "I'm a terrible dancer." 'I hope Sonic doesn't give up on me. He's the only one who would help me.'
Shadow layed on the bed, thinking for awhile. At 10:30 he finally went to sleep, dreaming about him and Sonic dancing together.
Sonic: "I've seen you've go
Dancing with the DeadYou love to dance with the dead,Dancing with the Dead6 years ago in Free Verse
tango warm in the dark
as your slippers
barely skim the night
under the willow spun moon.
You let them lead you
and pull you close
and gently trace
the blues of your face,
where stars hunt and steal
like shadow puppets.
You let them court you
and bed you,
the intimate twitch
of your silk
parting under fingers
that beg to touch your memories.
You let them explore
and feast on
the mystery of your limbs
as they fall against the sky,
watching you move
like a ghost
out under the slippery elms,
plucking ragged fire
from your youth.