dream walks across the fallen leaves
the leaves
the color of autumn
they range from
orange,
red,
and yellow.
it reminds him of the sunset
all those times
him and george
would sit in the treehouse
with their feet
dangling off the edge
swinging them back and forth
and playing footsies
with eachother
the way the wind blew
countless amounts
of cool air their way
in the harsh
reality
of winter.
because it was winter
when george went away.
cold,
dark,
and cloudy skies.
with snow falling
and drizzling
small sprinkles
of white dust
across the roof of their treehouse
and the grass
that's now overgrown.
dream loved winter
because he loved
hanging with george
in the snow.
those days
were always the best
when they'd throw snowballs
at eachother
and build forts
and castles
out of the white dust.
it was such fun
and when they were done,
they'd huddle in the treehouse
just searching
for the smallest sliver
of warmth
even freezing,
they didn't mind
the cold.
because they always sat
so near
to each other
with george holding on
so tightly to dream
dream still remembers
the way george's head felt
pushed up
against his chest
the way his dark brunette hair
tickled dream's neck
ever so slightly
causing him to giggle
in the most charming
way possible.
how he made him feel so warm
in the freezing
temperatures
of winter
dream would rest his chin
on top of george's head of hair
wrap his arms
around the other's neck
and kiss the top of his head
so gently
when he fell asleep
right in his arms.
he melted
right into dream's touch.
like a snowman
against the sun.
he loved the way
he could see his breath
in the air
and how the fog
covered the atmosphere
so strongly
he especially
loved the way
george's cheeks
blossomed a crimson red
the way the tip of his nose
turned rosy
and dream would always
tease him on the way
he resembled
rudolph.
when a cold gust of wind
would brush up
against george's back
making him shiver
and tremble
his lip quiver
and his hands shake.
dream would simply
reclaim
what was already his
in the first place.
he'd bundle george up
in his arms
rubbing his back
in circular motions
trying to warm
him up.
he'd hold his hands
against his cheeks
because they were always warm
and george's
were always cold
a perfect mix,
hot and cold.
when intertwined together
you get a rumble
and wave
of love
in the air.
and when
george would raise his head
just slightly
to whisper into dream's ear
and say something
so incredibly stupid
and dirty
dream would laugh.
although he felt
quite nervous
to say the least.
he was always a mess
when it came to george.
he'd stutter and stammer
on his words
as his entire face turned a shade of red
and he failed to hide its color.
he'd feel so incredibly warm
around george
when he giggled
his sweet
enthralling laughter
into his neck
after he was done,
whispering
the dirty joke
straight into
dream's ear.
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𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 ~ dnf
FanfictionHis favorite color. The color dream wears almost everyday, because it was the only one George could see properly. George is gone. He went missing a year ago and has since been announced as dead. But dream won't accept it. He knows deep in his heart...
