Hope?

A Good Feeling.

After Blue had healed his cuts, told him about all the ways he could avoid relapsing and told him that just because he had given to that horribly dark feeling doesn't mean he'd failed, so even when the the guardian finally stopped sobbing, Dream still refused to let go of his partner. He felt selfish for doing that, clearly Blue had better things to do than care for him, other places he wanted to be...?

When he was finally more conscious he reached out to his partner through his aura, letting the other know he was 'back' from his own mind. Blue smiled and sent out waves of love and admiration towards him as he began peppering kisses against his face causing Dream to smile.

Blue paused, holding his lover close to him and laughed. "Can I kiss you?" He asked softly, waiting for his partners consent.

Dreams smiled. "Yes please..." He murmured before gasping excitedly as their mouths meet. Blues hands held tightly to his waist and his making their way to the back of his skull in order to pull him closer. Their soft kiss quickly became heated as their hands continued to roam, Dream quickly finding himself pinned against the bed with Blue roughly kissing his neck, his legs wrapped around the other tight enough to feel his summoned echo press against his pelvis, Blues hot breathe and soft praises were enough to spark his own magic.

A traitorous part of Dreams mind- a part planted by the village- told him that this was wrong, that by doing such acts with another man meant that he was sinning, he had seen the way the village treated those who were different, how they had treated Night, how they had treated Neil, and how they had treated anyone who dared commit such a sacred act with someone of the same gender, especially out of wedlock.

For a long time Dream had worried about what would happen if any of them had discovered his unholy thoughts, how they would react to him doing something so disgusting and horrible. But as time wore on Dream began to realise that they couldn't touch him, they couldn't see him and they couldn't hurt him.

Because they were dead.

The first time he had realised this, he was eighteen. He had seen how much the world had progressed since he had last seen it, learnt that people could sleep with whomever they wanted.

At first it made him feel uneasy, there had to be rules, something he couldn't do, someone telling him he couldn't, but there weren't.

So, on the night of his eighteenth birthday he had done the unthinkable.

He'd had sex.

With someone, who at the time identified as a man.

Out of wedlock.

He was so drunk on his own freedom he hadn't even noticed just how selfish Ink had been the entire night.

He felt free!

Then he felt bad.

Then he felt sick...

Then he felt like he was going to hell...

Then he felt angry about feeling like that and screamed into a pillow.

In short it had taken a while for him to accept himself and the dumbass desitions he had made, now that he was older he knew (was told) that he was allowed to feel however he wanted, even if he didn't know what it was he was feeling.

Phasing back into his own mind and away from his wondering thoughts he noticed his lover had stopped his movements in order to focus solely on the palm of his hand, gently pressing tender kisses to it.

"Hello, love..." He whispered, pressing another kiss to his hand.
"Hello, Blue..." Dream responded happily.
"Are you alright?" His lover asked causing him to laugh.
"I'm fine Blue." He responded. Blue nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of his skull.
"Do you need me to do anything?" He asked softly.