Perfect • Dream

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Watching Dream pace repetitively was an amusing sight; something not many often got to see due to his lackluster ability to display his nervousness. But he was less than amused, another irritated sigh escaped him before he finally stopped. "The ceremony is tomorrow and you're telling me there's an issue with the guest's now?!"  

The unintelligible speech of the sender softly rose from the phone, if you focused enough you could just barely make out that it was George's tired one. He spoke for a brief second before Dream ended the call. If out of frustration with the older male or himself, you didn't know. 

"You okay?" You offered him a soft smile, one that reassuringly comforted his tense state.

He sighed, "yeah, just nervous for tomorrow." You nodded along to his worries, you hadn't thought about how difficult and tiring it must be to be Dream. Having to hold up his threatening aura and continuously attend or plan events that would hold up his status quo. "About working with me..."

You perked up at his words, the short silence sufficiently accommodating in your mind. Rose's words continuously rang in your ears, and you knew she was right; the anxiousness consumed your mind slowly as you anticipated the moment to tell him. 

"...it's okay if you don't want to." He smiled softly, "you don't have to own a stable if you don't want to either." His tender hand found its way to yours, the difference in size completely warming you up as it held onto yours softly. "I know how much you love to draw and I'd love to build you your own art studio. How does that sound?" 

You couldn't help but flush at the suggestion, he notices the little things. "I would love that." His considerate words create the feeling of a river bubbling through your veins. But at the same time, it bothered you, trapping a small part of you with dubiety. "But is that okay?" You looked down, "is it okay that I don't like socializing or that I prefer working independently?"

He laughed, "of course."

And even though the gesture was intended as a reassuring one from the male you couldn't help but feel your frustration grow even more. But not frustration towards him but yourself. "But you married me because you wanted a perfect partner and I am nothing like that!" 

You huffed, eyes instinctively beginning to blur with the threat of angry tears wanting to escape. Even through your distorted stare, you caught Dream frowning worryingly. Feeling weak you allowed him to reach for your unoccupied hand, both of your palms now enfolded with the surrounding warmth of his soft ones as his thumbs fondly caressed your skin.

"When I agreed to the contract, I also said that there'd be no romantic strings  attached in this marriage yet look at us now." He brought your right hand up to plant a light kiss on it. "You are perfect."

You whispered his name, the sound was purely angelic to his ears. "I lo-" you stopped, you couldn't bring yourself to say it. Not until you told him the truth. 

Dream sensed your hesitance. The masked male wasn't fairly expressive, even with the small hints that his movement or lips would give out, but he takes your hand and guides it to his mask. Allowing your fingers to delicately take off the cover. The closeness allows you to after, softly peck the bridge of his nose, just as promised.

Unable to control it, the corner of your lips inched up as you observed his nose twitch reflexively at the touch. "I think it's working," your eyebrows rose in curiosity, "I never thought I'd see the day I would look forward to someone removing my mask." 

Staring into his emerald iris's you smiled, tilting your head and reflectively relaxing your body in order to motivate his stiff ones to do the same. "Everyone has their imperfections and that's okay." 

"Except you," Dream gazed lovingly, taking in all that you would categorize as either your own perfections or imperfections, because nevertheless, in his eyes everything about you was perfect. "You're perfect." 

You glanced uncomfortably at the floor, not wanting to convey the emotion to him fully. "I'm not." You successfully managed not to stutter from the guilt of your lie. Finding it impossible to look him in the eyes you continued, "I'm not Rose."

He stared at you in silence, its presence borderline suffocating you as you waited for a response. 

"Is this another prank? Do you really think I can't tell between you and your sister?" 

You knew that he was really trying to convince himself more than you. You repeated, with the same straightforward voice, "I'm not Rose." Building up the courage you at least turned to look up at him, not directly into his eyes but you deemed that facing him would be the least you could do. "My sister, Rose, ran away on the day of the wedding and our father had me replace her. I'm Y/n."

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a/n: missed daily update but i just found out i accidentally signed up for accelerated english course where i have to write an essay every week so i was burnt out lol