Catharsis

Prologue

((Please pretend that that's Roy and the team thank you))(or y'know.. That Ed walks in during the solo version of the dance lol)

The first time Ed saw Roy was through a studio window. There was a crowd of dancers watching him move to Until We Go Down by Ruelle. He looked flawless and beautiful. Ed honestly could've shown more restraint in bursting into the studio to ask for Roy's number. The man had given him this little smirk and a softly spoken, "cute," before scribbling his number on a piece of paper for Edward.

Ed later found out it was a rejection hotline.

That hadn't stopped him though. For the next three months he stopped by the studio and watched Roy dance, and every single time he was amazed by him and more than a little aroused by his flexibility. This time, Ed was much more graceful in asking Roy out for dinner.

It took exactly two and a half dates to get Roy to kiss him, then more.

He discovered that Roy had scars from when he was a child with a drunken father. Ed spent as much time as Roy would let him kissing over the scars on his chest, stomach and shoulders.

Edward had found himself to often frequent the studio and watch Roy dance. He learned that what Roy did wasn't ballet but was called contemporary dance, which is a mix of ballet and hip hop. He found himself moving into Roy's flat a month later, and found a routine of dragging Roy away from choreography late at night so that he would have at least a few hours of sleep before the next day. Ed learned that Roy danced his feelings, what he felt tended to be put in his dancing. Ed found himself to be the inspiration to many of Roy's more recent dances. And Ed found himself utterly in love more and more as each of Roy's little quirks showed through. It compelled him to hold Roy close and never let him go. He went to every competition for Roy, and cheered him on after every dance. Took him out for dinner when he won, and took him out for ice cream when he lost. And every single minute of it he loved and cherished, and he swore to God if Roy would just think he would've know that he would slam his toe against something while trying to twirl in the kitchen. Or in the living room, or anywhere else other than the studio.

Ed found he quite enjoyed the quiet domesticity he and Roy would get between competitions. Roy loved to cook and Ed was always the recipient of a new creation. It was always delicious.

Everything was so picture perfect in Ed's mind that he never expected that all of a sudden... It wouldn't be enough again.

Y'ALL I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THE HECK TO NAME THIS SO IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS THROW THEM IN THE COMMENTS FOR ME!! ALSO I NEED COVER ART FOR THIS STORY!! IF ANYONE HAS A LINK TO SOME FITTING ART OR PICTURE/IS CREATIVE ENOUGH TO CREATE ONE FOR ME IT WOULD BE BLESSED THANK YOU!!!!