sunflowers and denim overalls 🌻 DREAMNOTFOUND

FIVE

"So," Dream brings his hands together, "we're gonna pick sunflowers."

"Well, zoo-wee mama," George deadpans as Dream gives him a curious look. "Well, what did you expect my reaction to be?" he bursts, suddenly embarrassed.

"Anyways," Dream looks away with a chuckle. "Start a-pickin'!" he says over-enthusiastically, pulling a pair of small shears from his huge overall pockets.

"You just carry around a pair of shears in your dungarees?" George snorts, amused.

"No, I carry two pairs," he says, handing the shears to George and pulling out his own. "And what the fuck are 'dungarees'?" he mocks, a playful smile on his face as he cuts a sunflower stem. George takes it as a sign to start snipping and the two gather sunflowers in their pockets.

"'Dungarees' is better than 'overalls'," George mocks in a horrifically awful American accent that makes Dream wheeze in his dorky, adorable way.

"It /so is not," Dream scoffs through the fits of laughter. "British people never fail to amuse me," he resumes cutting stems.

"So you've met British people before?" George asks, and immediately cringes to himself as he faces away from Dream because that's such a weird question, why would you say that?

"Nope," Dream says, a 'snip' punctuating his words, not seeming to notice the awkward nature of the question. "Just you."

George hums in acknowledgement, and the two snip and collect sunflowers until their pockets are full. It's a small patch of land, but their pockets, in combination, are able to hold about half the sunflowers planted, so they agree on dropping the ones they've gathered and coming back for a second round.

"Can't we just take a break for a second," George groans, trudging behind Dream as they trek into the small field of sunflowers for the second time.

"God, you're so whiny," Dream says affectionately. "Fine, we can lay in the sunflowers for a bit."

"Is that a metaphor or something?" George says as he walks behind Dream to the middle of the remaining sunflowers.

"Nope," Dream says before doing a trust fall onto the ground and disappearing between the tall flowers.

"How can that be comforta-" George yelps as he's pulled down beside Dream, his fall cushioned by the stems of sunflowers, and it's more comfy than he could've imagined.

"You were saying?" Dream says, giving George a smug look.

George looks over at Dream lying next to him, his smile stretching across the expanse of his face, his eyes glowing a gorgeous gold, wondering how one person could be so happy, so bright, so...

So yellow.

George stares at Dream's eyes, squinted for protection against the setting sun, but the glowing specks of gold surrounding his pupils still visible. At least, they look gold to George. As far as he knows, they could be hazel, green, even red. But because of George's colorblindness, they look golden and George doesn't think he's seen a prettier color.

"You're staring," Dream says, and George flushes.

"What color are your eyes?" he asks, still not looking away.

"What color do you see?" Dream asks, his expression softening.

"Golden," George replies honestly. "They're beautiful." His hand itches to reach up and cup Dream's cheek, hold him still so he can stare into his eyes all he wants.

Which is. Strange. And a little creepy.

"Thank you," Dream says, seemingly also in a daze as he stares at George. His gaze subconsciously flickers down to George's lips- pink, perfectly shaped- and he forces himself out of the trance by clearing his throat. "They're green," he tells him, averting his gaze. "And a little hazel."

"Ah," George says, also looking away.

After a bit of silence, George points up at the sky. "That cloud looks like the Queen," he tells his new...acquaintance? Surely they're not friends already. Right?

"Why are you Brits so obsessed with your Queen?" Dream scoffs jokingly.

"Why are you Americans so obsessed with consumerism and overpriced healthcare?" George counters.

"Fair enough," Dream raises his hands in defense. "But I don't see it," he squints at the sky. "There's one that looks like Patches, though."

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