dance practice
damien x reader (freelancer)
readers pronouns: they/them
i wrote this bc of an exchange with @1small-frogs and @kremepuff about damien being a dancer on the d.a.m.n. dance team so i had to write it
Damien appreciated being able to have a constant in his life. That constant being dance. He loved having the security of knowing that no matter how hectic his life would get, he would always something to fall back on. He loved having something that he knew backwards and forwards that he genuinely liked to do.
He picked up his bag and started to head out to the studio when he heard a knock on his door.
"Fuck." He grumbled and went to answer it, finding his favorite freelancer on the other side. "What are you doing here?"
"Well hello to you too, Damien." He noticed they had all their books with them.
He winced, "Shit, I said we were gonna study, didn't I?"
"You did." They looked to the bag on Damien's shoulder. "And I assume you have plans?"
"Yeah," he sighed, "Sorry."
"Where are you going?"
"I have, uh-" he grumbled, "I have dance practice."
The freelancer's jaw dropped. "You're a dancer? Since when?"
Damien cursed under his breath and left his apartment. "I'm already late. If you're gonna ask questions, ask them on the way there."
"Does that mean I can hang out with you while you practice?" They followed him down to his car as he made half hearted complaints under his breath.
"It means that I won't kick you out if you decided to tag along."
On the way to the studio, Damien was bombarded with dozens of questions about his hobby, all of which he acted annoyed at (though he was secretly happy that his friend cared enough to hear his answer.)
***
When they got to the studio, Damien changed into his dance clothes and shoes while his friend chatted with the rest of the team before they were pulled off to the side so the actual practice could commence.
The freelancer watched him as he danced, all grace and beauty and Damien in complete control of his body and his craft. His movements were mesmerizing, and he was more content than they'd ever seen him before.
In this moment, no one watching him would've guessed that he was a fire elemental. The way he was moving right now was more akin to water, flowing and coursing through him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And he was smiling. Fuck, he was smiling. He was grinning so genuinely the freelancer thought their heart would melt. They were in awe. They would do anything if it meant they could see Damien this genuinely happy all the time.
***
Afterwards, they approached him while he was drinking from his water bottle. He still looked amazing.
"I should come to these practices more often," They laughed.
(tagging redacted mutuals bc i can)
@1small-frogs @daviah @planticusp @salad-bar-but-better @cat-arsenal @rook-writes-words @teddybasmanov @kremepuff
