I'm More Me When I'm With You

Rose Red Tea

Msg from Dream to Tommyinnit: I'm stealing you today. George and Sapnap are over.

Msg from Tommyinnit to Dream: K

"Hey Deo? Im being kidnapped soon," Tommy calls from his spot over the stove, watching the omelette he was currently making carefully. Deo whips his head towards Tommy, concern rising greatly.
"I'm sorry- what," Tommy's lack of concern was probably the most worrying part of this entire conversation. Deo wonders how many times he's been kidnapped for this to be normal to him, which in all honesty, is probably too many.
"Yeah, Dream's gonna kidnap me so I can help him impress his boyfriend," he flips the omelettes, handling the current situation rather casually. Deo stares at his husband incredulously. How? How is this the man he decided to declare his best friend until death?
      "Anyway, your omelettes done. I'm gonna go take care of the garden a bit before I'm fucking yoinked," he played the omelette and gently lays it in front of Deo. Deo only hums noncommittally in response, having fully accepted his husband's fate.
  
        As for Tommy, he's simply pulling weeds from his garden. Only a certain few though, some weeds, like dandelions, are actually really harmless. Technically, they're flowers, but some people would consider them pesky weeds.
      Nevertheless, he continues to pull weed after weed, and can't help to see himself in them. He was considered a nuisance once too, he remembers. He was constantly thrown out of his home, until it was supposed to be permanent. Yet he's here, taken root somewhere else, and made his home, his true home, in that somewhere else, with someone else.
        His thoughts were interrupted with someone making annoyingly loud 'Ahem,' sounds. Wonder who it could be. "Does Mr.Spider want more," he asks, exaggerating his British accent so he sounds more posh than normal. Dream looks at him with confusion.
      "No? Who the hell is Mr. Spider," he sounds thoroughly confused. Or, much rather, is thoroughly confused. Tommy shakes his head, "Nevermind that, it's a problem for another day," he brushes the dirt off of his knees.  "Lets just go, yeah?"
     Dream is quick to nod in agreement. "You brought up these BooBah creatures last time I was here, what are those exactly," and the look Tommy gives dream tells him that he's made a grave mistake.
      He whips out his comm, much faster than normal, and immediately finds a picture of a BoohBah. "Oh god, what the fuck! I do not look like that," Dream exclaims, while Tommy dissolved into a fit of manic giggles.
    From there on, their walk together is quite peaceful. Not much to talk about between the two really, but it was a comfortable silence, one reminiscent of  Tommy's old walks along his long since forgotten train tracks by that old dirt house of his.

      As soon as they get to Dream's house, he throws open the door, no hesitation. Sapnap launches himself out of the couch at the noise, clearly startled. George, however, just stares lazily at the two. "How come the kid's here," Sapnap asks, once recovered from the initial shock.
     "He thinks he's the best at making a nice hot tea," Dream narrows his eyes at Tommy, clearly trying to make it seem like he had been challenged. Maybe he was, but he's American, and everyone knows Americans can't make tea as well as a British person can.
      Tommy nods, "You bet your ass I can! Second best, only to one Martin K. Blackwood." Everyone's confused, having never heard of this Martin character, and also at Tommy, praising someone that isn't Philza Minecraft, which was completely unheard of.
       "I can make Earl Grey or Chai tea, which do you fuckers want," he demands. George asks for Earl Grey, and everyone else goes for Chai, claiming Earl Grey was 'boring,' and 'flavourless,' like the bitches they are. Tommy goes into the kitchen and puts the kettle on nonetheless.
      "Three mugs, three tea bags, cinnamon, nutmeg, lemon, and sugar. Check to all of the above," they can hear him shout from wherever he is in the pantry. Which, coincidentally enough, was followed by the slamming of doors.
       What caught them off guard though, was the subsequent humming that could be heard throughout the lower levels of the house. Dream, being a rat bastard in the worst possible way, decides to antagonise Tommy.
      "Hey bitchboy, how about you actually sing instead of humming like a coward." So sing, Tommy does. He was challenged, and there's one thing Tommy never does, is back away from a challenge, especially of the musical variety.
     "Rose, rose, rose red, will I ever see thee wed," a soft and slow start, not at all what they expected. "I will marry at thy will, sir, at thy will," even curioser, is the fact he was replying to his own question. "Ding dong, ding dong, wedding bells on an April morn,'' again, his voice is soft, and so very unlike him.
       "Carve thy name on a moss covered stone, on a moss covered stone," he announces the last sentence so slowly and quietly, he seemed to be whispering. "Rose, rose, rose red, she has fought and she has bled," and all of a sudden his loud and bright personality is back.
      "Waging war on a hundred worlds, on a thousand battlegrounds," and it was at this point that they all thought he was singing a song about him, with name and pronouns edited so it seemed to be about another character entirely.
      "Open fire, open fire, urn your home to a funeral pyre," a hint of chaos can be seen in his eye as he (rather too excitedly) recited this lyric. "All she knows is pain and death, and a moss covered stone," this lyric is what confused them. If he was Rose Red, then why would he know a moss covered stone?
     "Rose, rose, rose red, she has fought and she has bled," his voice rises greatly, and they can't help but think this song was about him again. "Always marching on to fight to another bitter end," again, was this song about him? Death, war, and fighting, it could only be about him.
      "Open fire, open fire," the way he yells it can only be described as impressive. "The flames of war can still burn higher! Carve that as your epitaph on your moss covered stone," as much as they hate to admit, it was a pretty cool quote, and also a threat.
       Once again, his voice is soft as he repeats the first few lines once again. All in all, they had to admit that he was pretty good at singing, when he was serious about it. "Alright tea's done, come and get it,"  he calls out, already done with their shit.
 
A/n: Have this whole I cry 👍