Champagne Problems 「︎Corpse Husband + Dream」︎

twenty nine

where will i go when you aren't there anymore
c h a m p a g n e p r o b l e m s

The sun barely turned the blues of the night into oranges when the bedroom door opened. Lilith stretched at the disturbance in the air and she startled when she felt new cold hands on her.

"Thought we said we could cuddle last night," Dream whined and Lilith sighed.

"Come here," her groggy voice greeted, and he slid into bed behind her. With a little more self awareness, she looked around and realized that Corpse was asleep next to her; his face turned to her as he laid on his back. Lilith pushed herself close to him and relaxed her arm around his waist again; this time with another pair of arms around hers. "Wasn't really a good night and you were already asleep." Interested green eyes watched over Corpse as he slept.

"Was he not okay?"

"Not really but he did fall asleep eventually."

"I wish you woke me up."

"Sorry, you can be here now." Her breath stifled in her chest when Dream crawled over her and gouged his self in between her and Corpse. Lilith cuddled into his warm skin and smiled widely when he rested his arm around Corpse and pulled him closely into him. 

"Dream—" At the leap in her chest, Lilith held her arms around Dream's waist tighter. He woke him up, but Corpse simply pushed himself against him tighter.

"Dream," Lilith heard his voice—slightly startled tired painful voice—and she waited readily to listen to them talk.

"Hm," he simply hummed in response. He already sounded close to sleep. And she didn't hear anything else. There was subtle movement, but then stillness and silence. So Lilith rose herself up and heat travelled across her whole body at the sight next to her. Corpse laid on his side toward Dream with his head tilted upward so his nose and lips pressed against his throat, and Dream rested his chin on his head. Arms and legs mixed, and Lilith couldn't tell who was who at that point. With a wide smile, she curled up into Dream and was lulled asleep to the sound of his breaths.

The morning light woke her up again, and when she stretched, she felt how wet with sweat her skin was. Grimace across her face, she yawned and looked to the window; the sun was already high in the sky. And then she remembered. Her heart sank so deeply she was worried it would never come back to its place in her chest. Their flights were today.

She looked to her right and was glued to the boys next to her. She knew that Dream would basically go home with her, but she didn't think she could see Corpse for a while. Neither of them would see him, which is why when she saw how Dream laid on his back and allowed Corpse to tangle himself around his arm and leg, she didn't say a word. They both slept heavily still, but she was too hot. Too much sun and too much skin to skin with too little fan; she had to get up.

Lilith stretched her arms up high as she felt the freedom from the bed; at some point they must have all been tangled up in awkward positions because her back radiated with pressure. She grabbed her phone. 11:45am.

"Fuck," she gasped and quickly spun and changed into a fresh pair of underwear and a new bra and then pulled on any clothes that were on the ground. She hurried through preparing herself for the day with her few dreams still on her mind. She thought about Corpse and Dream and her apartment; how perfectly the three of them could fit in there. Each could have their own room to record and stream. She looked at herself in the mirror and thanked the gods the eye bags were finally smaller; the sleep did help. But then when she looked to the rest of her body, her heart leapt in her chest at the sight of the boys' clothes on her. Lilith wore Dream's hoodie often so it wouldn't be suspicious, but she had never worn anything of Corpse. His sweatpants were basic black so they weren't identifiable in any way. Even if they were, she wondered if any of their friends would comment on her clothing choices.