~Dreamnotfound Oneshots~

Portfolio's of Pretty Boys

The art is by @ obiiilo on Instagram and @ _obbi on Twitter!

I kinda got carried away with the symbolism in this one lol

cw// religious imagery (not like, a lot but just Dream simping lol)

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College art was more difficult than Dream was expecting.

His professor wanted them to pick a main subject to paint, or whatever their main medium was, for some portfolio pieces. The professor wanted it too look cohesive and show their work and style in a good way, by letting them choose whatever they wanted, and that was the part that Dream was struggling with.

What was he supposed to choose? Obviously he could go with something like an emotion or an idea, plenty of people already choosing to show mortality or sadness in their work. But he didn't want to go the basic route and pick something like that. His thoughts wandered to something more, maybe painting an expansion of Greek myths or God's and Goddesses, to express his love for Greek mythology and to also say something about how humans have this need to understand why things work the way they do, and to just show human nature.

But then, something -or someone- caught his eye.

The pretty brunet with soft freckles and amber brown eyes, delicate hands and sharp collar bones. He was all sharp edges and soft skin, a juxtaposition put together to craft an angel fallen from the sky. Dream had wanted to paint his bestfriend -and roommate- for months now, craving to capture his beauty on a canvas with pale skin dusted pastel pink. But that would be weird to do without asking first.

So, he figured for his portfolio, this would be perfect. And also a perfect excuse to ask to paint him. An excuse to depict lithe fingers with rose colored knuckles, maybe drape him in silk and set him up like diety, only ment to be painted and worshiped like a man praying in church. He could say he just needed an in-person reference, to make it easier to get the exact poses he wanted.

Packing all his materials back into his messenger bag, he swung it over his shoulder, following the other students out of the class room, heading home since this was his last class of the day.

The dorm rooms weren't far from campus, meaning he had walked to school. The bright afternoon sun shone overhead, yellow light filtering through the tree leaves he walked under, the sidewalk littered with fallen brown leaves.

He swiftly walked up the steps to his floor, mentally preparing himself to ask George about being his subject for these series of pieces, since he had to paint five in total.

The blond pulled his keys from their back pocket, sticking it into the door nob and turning, letting himself in.

George sat on the couch watching some movie, wearing a big hoodie and sweatpants, still somehow looking like the angel Dream wanted to paint in gentle colors, contrasted by red and carnations colored violet and royal blue.

"Hey" the brunet greeted from the couch, turning around to see his roommate.

The taller scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly saying, "Hey, I um, need to ask you something". He knew the asking part would be the worst, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible.

"What's up?" George sat up fully, cocking his head in question. His coffee brown hair hadn't been cut in a while, flopping infront of his eyes. One of his hands moved up to push his fringe out of his eye and Dream's knees would have buckled if he was any weaker of a man.

"So, my professor for art is having us make some portfolio pieces, and I was wondering if you could possibly pose for me? I only need to make 5 pieces, and it would just be easier with somebody in person, so I can direct them-" the blond went on to explain, George cutting him off with a soft laugh, a melody of plucked chords from his throat.