A Brief Inquiry Into (Real) Relationships

room apart under the arch

Everything surrounding the pair at the front of the yard was nothing short of beautiful .

Dream's pattern of waking up in the early hours of the morning hadn't ceased on the day they'd been anticipating for what felt like months at this point, although unlike the past few days of mumbled words and chaste kisses, George had slept soundly through.

The sun hadn't even risen, hadn't broken the skyline flooding the world with tangerine and peach and all things born of golden dust, but Dream, who to many had been considered a sun, had made his rise. Those hours were something he knew he wouldn't be able to let go of, with a beautiful boy in his arms, shaky breaths and crystalized eyes at the notion of having to one day let him go. He didn't understand how he was able to slip back into unconsciousness. But these were problems for another day, when his already clouded mind could focus on something other than the haze of euphoria he'd been living in.

They spoke very little as they got dressed, the sounds of idle birds and a cool breeze through their window being their background comfort while they prepared for the performance, what they'd been prepping for, the point of this entire mess they'd spiraled into.

George had opened his mouth to say something once they both looked as tidy as they could, eyes pouring into something inside of Dream that he just couldn't grasp.

That stare , it was one he'd recognized from the night prior, the light that would consistently flood the blonde's body, now apparent and swirling through the words and shaky movements of the boy in front of him, and it was so familiar that he couldn't understand what it could mean or how he was seeing it. No words came out, as he leaned forward to press a kiss onto the taller's cheek, cocky smirk reappearing in its usual location.

"Let's do this, yeah?"

And before they could blink, bursts of lavender and silver chains were their surroundings, petals and purses dancing around each other in a cool bouquet of new beginnings and unwavering support.

Their hands were clasped together, chairs as close as they could be as their eyes sat glued onto the couple in front of them, just as every other person around them had.

Sophie and Blake looked nothing less than stunning as they stared into each other with unwavering infatuation, the light of the moon and sun feeding into them and meeting a cool equilibrium of both night and day's gifts to the world and humanity.

Even as Dream was trying his damn best to focus on the words of the officiant, he couldn't seem to remember a word because of the way George had started leaning into him. It was subtle, not noticeable to anyone other than the blonde who'd made a habit of over analyzing everything his best friend did, just a gentle lean into his shoulder as their already connected hands slid onto Dream's leg, their space becoming one as every other sound of mother nature and tender voices faded into a constant television static, stuffing his ears with nothing but dead air as everything turned to fresh lavender among dark curls.

A gentle squeeze, again, something barely noticeable but still nonetheless done with purpose and drive, brought the blonde back to reality, head shaking slightly as the rest of the world bled into color again. The greys and darkness covering everyone outside of him had melted away and taken their proper shape again, and sentences began relentlessly filling his brain.

"...and I remember when I had first met you, and all I could think was 'wow, how is he real'..."

Vows, they were giving their vows, Dream had thought to himself, eyes narrowing in on where his cousin clad in snow and adoration stood shaky with hand gripping onto a piece of paper where her own sightline was bouncing between that and her soon to be husband.