Whatever It Takes

One Day

Silk grazed a light finger across the leather book in her hands as she walked.

She had handed a grand total of four diaries to Dream so far. This would be the fifth.

Silk was yet to report anything immediately to Dream. Nothing worthy of such an action had occurred yet.

Despite not knowing him well, pride glowed in her chest when she noted the capability in which Tubbo seemed to be leading the country. Silk had never seen the war-torn days of the Dream SMP and she hoped that with Tubbo as president she never would.

Silk glossed over her scribbled handwriting that adorned the diary's pages. It was a very uneventful entry. Tommy hadn't been up to much in the last few days.

Or maybe she just hadn't been around to notice.

Silk occasionally omitted information from the diaries. Nothing important.

If she had talked Tommy out of something, she wouldn't mention it. If Tommy talked about doing something, but didn't go through with it, she didn't mention it. If Tommy told her something personal, she wouldn't mention it.

Most notably Tommy's nightmares.

The concept of telling Dream about Tommy's most vulnerable moments made her feel sick.

Silk had thought that Tommy's nightmares had been getting better. However, it turned out that – as Tommy had painfully pointed out – Silk simply hadn't been around long enough for Tommy to tell her about them.

Guilt was writhing around like a creature inside her. She tasted bile in her mouth and swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the sensation. Her fingers dug into soft leather and she blinked against the familiar pricking in her eyes.

She made a silent promise to herself that she would do whatever she had to, to mend things with Tommy. Even if that meant taking a break from researching Wilbur's revival.

Tommy was now incredibly important to her too. She had to learn to balance herself between the two.

Upon her arrival, Silk immediately entered the castle, no longer stopping to consider if Dream would be around at this hour.

He always was.

It was as if he knew she was coming. Silk knew that, once she walked through the large wooden doors, Dream would be waiting on the other side, leisurely perched on the golden throne in the dimly lit room.

She was right.

Dream turned to look at her, one eyebrow raising slightly in surprise.

Bright moonlight streamed in through the high windows casting a silver glow across the room. It glinted in a menacing flash off the ceramic mask that was perched atop Dream's hood. Emerald eyes followed her silently as she approached, dim lanterns casting twisting shadows of her figure across stone walls. Dream hummed a directionless tune, the noise reverberating around the empty throne room. As she approached, the echoing clicks of Silk's boots accompanied Dream's tune like the beat of a drum.

Oh, how in sync we are. Silk thought sarcastically.

Silk wordlessly placed the book in her hands on the table before the throne. At some point, they had moved past the trivialities of greetings.

"You're not due to give me another diary until tomorrow." Dream stated, raising an eyebrow as he took the book from Silk.

"Yeah, well...I was in the area." Silk muttered lamely.

Smooth lips quirked into a smirk at her obvious lie but he chose not to press her further. Dream did not speak further either, instead casting green eyes to the diary, flicking opening the book and scanning the first page. He continued his tuneless hum as he read, pressing a scarred finger lightly to his lips. Silk dragged her eyes across Dream's high cheekbones, scanning each battle scar that adorned his face. As if he could feel her gaze, Dream flicked his eyes up. Dark green held her gaze. Dream dragged his finger across his bottom lip, slowly blinking at her with hooded eyes in a manner that reminded her of a cat.
The predatory kind.