"Hello everybody, and welcome to your private concert-"
"It's just me." Dark interrupted. Wilford looked around and made a face.
"Well welcome Darkiplier, to your private serenade."
"I didn't ask for this." Dark said. Wilford smirked.
"Too bad!" He slurred. He spun on his heels and pressed a button on a radio behind him, then tipped his top hat, that did not at all match his pink and white striped suit.
"This is for you baby!" He yelled, grabbing the mic stand. Dark pinched his nose and rolled his eyes before looking back up.
"You got two black eyes from loving too hard, and a black car that matches your blackest soul, I wouldn't change ya, oh, wouldn't ever try to make you leave, no." He started. Dark sighed, but couldn't help but smile. This is why he had been blasting the song for days. He was practicing.
"Static palms melt your vibe, midnight whisperings..." He smirked. Dark tried to hide his smile at the ridiculous coincidence.
"The black magic of Mulholland Drive, swimming pools under desert skies, drinking white wine in the blushing light, just another LA Devotee. Sunsets on the evil eye-" Wilford pointed to Dark and winked exaggeratedly, making him chuckle.
"Invisible to the Hollywood shrine, always on the hunt for a little more time, just another LA devotee!" He sang. He continued with the lines, doing a ridiculous dance. Kicking out to the side and spinning. Dark sat straighter in his chair and smiled.
"You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand, and the black tar palms keep weeping your name, I couldn't change ya, oh. Couldn't ever try to make you see, no! Static palms melt your vibe, midnight whisperings."
Dark let his smile be seen as Wilford let the chorus play out on its own, just dancing. Prancing around in his ridiculous shiny white shoes, and twirling the mic pole. Then he just had to switch things up. He jumped off the stage, and held the mic to Darks mouth, as the music shifted to a darker tone. Dark had heard the damn song so many times, he knew what he wanted.
"LA Devotee." Dark said quietly. Wilford motioned for him to be louder.
"LA Devotee. LA Devotee." He repeated.
"Once more." Wilford whispered. Dark smirked and grabbed his shirt collar.
"LA Devotee..." he sang in earnest, before smashing his lips against Wilfords. When he let go Wilford looked red and flustered, and happier than ever. He jumped back on the stage and started dancing again. Dark chuckled. He wouldn't have him any other way.
"Just another LA Devotee!"
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Death Of A Bachelor
FanfictionWilford has always been one for showmanship. Now he just has to rope Dark into it.
