A Brief Inquiry Into (Real) Relationships

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After the intensity of the moments shared in Dream's entirely too small twin bed that morning, something in the blonde had switched. He truly didn't know what, but he did know that he'd caught himself falling more and more into his role as George's boyfriend, he kept forgetting what they were even doing .

Moments the pair clearly had no need to keep going, far out of sight from prying eyes of family or in places they could be easily caught off guard, continued to crop up. More and more stolen kisses outside their room, dreary mumbles overtop the sounds of far off birds outside their window, compliments and pet names that had seeped as routine into every moment they had, all of it was the definition of sweet domesticity wrapped in a hazy ball of addictingly sugary syrup.

The moments he recognized what they were doing were filled with swirling anxiety and constant pangs to his chest, however, his surprise at those growing far and few between was immeasurable. The beautiful warmth that flooded him like a sunset pouring itself deep within an ocean's trenches always managed to strike him as incredible, as it's sole appearance came out through wondrously tender moments or glances from his best friend.

At dinner the night prior, the brunet gave a subtle squeeze to his knee before getting up for water and gently asking if he needed anything while he was up, and the places his hands had touched left burn marks in their wake, hot and inviting. Or, afterwards when Sadie had gotten home from something with her friends and there was no more space on the couches anywhere in the living room for her to sit, Dream insisted they could squeeze closer and placed George onto his lap, arms locked securely around his waist, which produced a laugh that he'd recognized it's every part of; beat, chord, key, all of it, was ingrained in the blonde's head. A light and fond sound echoing through his skull in all of it's beauty and glory, without any barrier of fear to stop it.

It let them to where they were eventually, after giggles and shy smiles as they picked out their clothes for one of the first steps of the true wedding process. Bashful comments thrown to each other as George sauntered out of the small bedroom and into the bathroom to change, leaving Dream in a familiar room to get himself fixed.

They had a half hour until they had to leave with the rest of their family to the rehearsal dinner, and thus, the situation called for only the nicest of clothing; button downs, dress pants, and sleek black shoes were all up for grabs, and the cloud that Dream had been floating on for the past two days hadn't dissipated yet as he drearily slipped into what he needed to.

Nothing incredibly special in his opinion, a simple white button down with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a black tie and blazer to match his pants and shoes, and his hair brushed through yet still entirely too wavy to fully tame (his mom would tease him about having a lion's mane later). He felt, as Sapnap would say anytime they even remotely dressed up, snazzy .

George had slipped away (if the blonde thought hard enough he could still feel the soft slides of the boy's waist against his warm hands) out into the hall with a gentle upturn of his lips and a promise of return looking in his own words "far better".

Dream was almost appalled at the notion that George looked anything other than angelic in all of his being at all times of the day, the words "far better" implying he didn't look absolutely lovely with cherries dotting his cheeks against the pajamas they'd stayed in throughout the day. It was shocking to him that someone couldn't see the radiance from his every being even just in his purest state.

The door creaked open, snapping the blonde from where his eyes were locked on the cuffs of his shirt, mindlessly trying to get them to look as perfect as possible, and a thin hand wrapped it's way around the wood.