Wanderlust (A DreamHusband Fanfic)

Wanderlust

Corpse wonders.

He wonders about a lot of things.

He wonders about Dream, he wonders the chance he has with Dream.

He wants to be with Dream.

But he's scared, scared of his feelings. He wants Dream, yet he can't muster the courage to confess.

...

Corpse laid on the bench, in the middle of the park. Winter was dead, bare. No one walked around the street lights looking for warmth, dirty litter was buried under fading snow. Snowflakes fell on top of his nose, causing him to sneeze here and there. He waited, his heart throbbing in his teeth, his eyes glistened with frost and fear.

"Corpse." Dream says, looking down at him,

"Oh, hey, I thought you flaked out on me ..." Corpse jokes, Dream smiles, tugging Corpse's arm to sit up,

"I would never ... You're my friend, why should I flake out?" Dream says, he sat down next to Corpse, leaning forward, fixated on his shoes.

Because I'm a loser. Corpse thinks.

"You seemed busy. We don't talk as much anymore..." Corpse says, his nose red from the wind, Dream stared at him, guilty.

"Oh, I never knew ... I'm sorry." Dream mumbles.

Snow pearls glided down the sky like graceful swans, there was comfortable silence between the two.

Awkward, but comfortable.

They had a lot to say, they just didn't know how to say it. Corpse eyed the skinny trees across the bench, the branches have gotten weaker, petals have already died, their fragile bodies submerged in frozen snow, early in January.

Nature is brutal.

"Hey, Corpse?" Dream utters. Corpse flinched, his thoughts sweeped away like dirty mops as he turned to face Dream, "Yeah... ?"

"Do you -- Have you ever believed in soulmates?" Dream asks.

Corpse looked at Dream wide eyed. "That's a random question... I've never really thought about it."

Dream chuckled, the snow crunching as he gently kicked it.

"...Have you ever fallen in love with someone? You love them so much, you think that it's meant to be?" Dream asks, Corpse blushed slightly.

He has.

"Well... There is someone in particular." Corpse says, Dream hitched, almost choking on his salvia, Corpse panicked, patting his back as Dream coughed. "Dream, are you okay?"

It caught Dream off guard, he didn't expect an answer like that.

"Yeah... I'm fine, I thought you were going to say no." He laughs, wiping away his spit with his gloves.

Dream was annoyed, angry, but he didn't know what to say. Corpse seemed worried,

"Why'd you think that?"

"You've always mentioned how you're not interested in relationships and all that... I just... Assumed, I suppose."

Silence over came the two until Corpse let out a bark of a laugh, struggling to maintain his breath,

"Why? Are you jealous, Dream?"

Yeah. He was jealous.

So what?

Dream was deeply in love with Corpse, he'd been avoiding him for days, he didn't want to face his insecurities.

Dream said nothing, whilst laughing along, he turned his head away from Corpse.

"No, but actually, who's your little puppy crush? I'm invested." Dream says. Clearing his throat.

Corpse sucks in a breath, shaking slightly.

"Well... It's a guy, and he's a streamer..."

"Corpse, there are a lot of male streamers..." Dream giggles, Corpse sighs.

I want to tell you, but I'm scared.

...Fuck it.

"... He's sitting next to me right now."

The air thickened, the wind got harsher, they stared at each other, their breaths frosted with shock, worry. Smoke left their mouths like dragons, Corpse's words were like sirens, ringing against Dream's ears.

They couldn't take their eyes off of each other, roses of rouge bloomed against their cheeks, their eyelashes tainted with melted snow. Dream pointed to himself, Corpse nodded.

"I love you, Dream. I've loved you for a while now..." Corpse whispers, he stares at the white coated pavement, they were isolated, alone. The setting of the park was depressing, their eyes glowed through the storm, Dream smiled, his eyes squinted, gently putting his hands against Corpse's fainted cheek.

"Look at me, Corpse..." Dream says, hushed, Corpse frowned slightly, looking up. He raised his eyebrows, confused.

The two made eye contact with each other, the breeze of January ruffled their hair, Dream pulled Corpse lightly, they leaned in, eyes closed, their lips together. Their colognes merged as they tilted their heads slightly. Their lips were cold, but warmed against the cool winter. They slowly let go, trying to hide their smiles.

"I love you more than there are words in books, Corpse."