"Write a reply within the next 20 minutes, i don't have all day"
Hello, Love.
It's been so long, too long since i saw you last time. During all that time a
lot has happened, as a great example i have woken up in rather strange places (such as in people's houses, the remains of L'manburg and even at the entrance of the prison.) Dream XD visits me regularly, he claims it to be because i look like some sort of a god Named George HD that disappeared thousands of years ago. From what i have understood, he was XD's lover. I can just imagine how hard it would be if you disappeared for thousands of years, but i guess, since gods are immortal it's the same as our case, expect for the fact that death can't get them out of the hell on earth.
The roses that you planted have hatched and grown well. The other plants have overgrown due my worsening habit of avoiding everything that strongly reminds me of you. But it's good for the world to have somewhere that no one touches, right? Okay if i'm honest I haven't been the greatest lately, well it's the same with everyone else. Can you believe that everyone was happy just half a year ago, yet now people only can barely get their head from their toes once in a blue moon? I wish i had realised earlier, that a bird in hand is worth two in the bush.
Time is worth lots, yet we wasted it all on stupid things. Humans tend to to that, do the most irrelevant thing without realising the time passing by so fast. I guess it's almost inhuman not to do that once. In our case, you worked too hard to come home for the night and i did nothing about it. But i guess it doesn't really matter now, since we'd currently be in the exact same situation anyway.
Our house is a mess, newspapers and other trash have covered the floor almost entirely, not even speaking about the poisonous mushrooms, They have mostly conquered the walls. Our house looks like it's owned by an animal of some sort, maybe a raccoon.
When you get out, we'll probably just gonna build a whole new house, that's how bad it is. Puffy unsurprisingly is concerned about me, i hope she doesn't worry too much.
To: my dearest Dream
From: George Notfound
Dream's tears had fallen on the paper one by one, smearing the ink in a way that the letter was still fully readable. The tears quickly dried on the smooth piece of paper in the cause of the lava that kept the prisoner from leaving the room with an extremely high temperature. George's handwriting had made dream feel oddly safer, The fact that George had touched the letter in the process of writing just made Dream sob harder.
Dream had slowly gotten up the next morning. The first thing he did was to slid the letter between a book he has been writing almost everyday since his arrival. The book was filled with memories with his significant other he didn't want to forget. He liked to go through it in seek of some sort of comfort from the cell with nothing else that could ever possibly give him serotonin, if you don't mention the picture of George Dream kept taped on the part of his mask that goes up against the skin of his face at all times. Sam had found it half a year later from the date he had been locked in the prison, but the jailer let him keep it.
Puffy had taken the picture when Dream and George had first started dating. They had been as young as sixteen at the time, the brunette was in the blonde's lime green hoodie, mouth in a huge grin. You could clearly see the colourful sunset behind the boy. The image belonged in a series of three photos, the second one was taken of Dream, very similar to the one taken of of George, it's currently in George's possession. The third one featured both of the lovers, one fallen asleep on the another one's shoulder. Puffy has it hung up on her bedroom wall with a picture of Puffy, Foolish, Sam, Dream and George on their wedding day.
"Dream, How the hell do you do your hair with those stupid horns poking out of your head?"
Sapnap groaned, he was the unlucky person who had been assigned to do Dream's hair with no other experience on doing hair but braiding a small part of his hair a few times a year, and obviously someone with horns needed very much more skill.
"I don't do my hair."
Dream admits with a smile. It was a challenge for him to stay still with all the excitement built inside of him.
"I wouldn't either if i was you"
Sapnap murmured, pushing dream's bangs back. They were so long that they ended on the back of the man's head when straightened.
"That's fair"
Sapnap soon left the room for water so he could make Dream's utterly stubborn hair stay back from his face. This gave Dream time to shake his head violently for it to get back into it's previous shape.
"Wait how the fuck did you do that? You look like- godly or something"
Was heard from the door as Sapnap entered the room with a water bucket, followed by several spots of water that had spilled over the edges as The man speedwalked through the halls.
"He's a natural" said George, who was now leaning against the doorframe.
"George! Since when were you here?"
"I just came. Your Mum needs you to help her with the cake."
That was the best cake Dream had ever had.
A/N
Notice how the fonts are different in Dream's and George's letters?
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Bloody cornflowers - Dreamnotfound
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