—past (when Dream was still imprisoned) , pandora's vault, Sam’s perspective—
“Do you like roses?”
“...Huh?” Dream looked at Sam, his emerald eyes glowing in surprise, his hand halted in the air as he stopped writing in his journal.
Sam then realized just how weird that came out. It was like asking someone if they liked flowers if they were interested in them romantically. “I-I mean, there’s that rose back in the community house you always asked me to water and take care of. So, I just wondered…”
Dream stared at him for some time, closing the book and left it on the bed as he got up. “No,” he said, chuckling to himself bitterly. “I hate roses.”
Sam's eyes widened from his response.
“How is that flower, by the way? Is it still a bud?”
“No. It blossomed quite beautifully a while back,”
“I see,” Dream gave him lidded eyes and a warm smile. “That’s good. Thank you, Sam.” He turned away and moved to the chest, crouching down to pull his broken smiley mask from the box.
“...I don’t understand.” Sam said, Dream looked over his shoulder. “You clearly seem to care for that rose, yet...Why do you say you hate it? I’ve seen you taking care of those other roses before your imprisonment.”
“...Hmmm,” he hummed, looking down at the mask between his hands. “I don’t have any particular reason, really. I just simply hate it. But I take care of those plants because seeing it helps me not to lose myself.”
“Lose yourself?” The hybrid-creeper frowned.
Dream stilled for a few seconds, a sad smile formed on his face before he quickly put the mask on. But Sam had already seen it. Sam had always been observing Dream’s movements and his facial expressions ever since the younger showed his face to him. Although that mask was now unnecessary, Dream still wore it at times when he didn’t want to show his face to Sam. Usually at times when he was upset, or had cried earlier. Sam didn’t ask his reason as he believed he shouldn't cross that line since he was the warden of this prison, and Dream was the prisoner. But still, there were several times when he felt tempted to.
“You know, there were… days when I acted strange? Chaotic and… maybe psychopathic back when i was a free man?”
“...Yeah,”
“Well, seeing that rose, even just once, usually brought me back to my senses. Makes me think deeply about my actions before the guilt starts flooding in. Though, if I’d known I’d corner Tommy and Tubbo during my last moments as a free person i would have planted rose bushes all over the SMP.”
“Is there something special about roses to you?”
“Hmmm, personally, no. But roses were my mother’s favorite.” Sam noticed that there was a sentimental change of tone in his voice. “I guess it’s because of her that I get reminded of what I should be doing right.”
“... Then what kind of flowers do you like?” Sam changed the subject.
Dream stilled again. “I don’t have favorites, but I guess cornflowers? And maybe lily of the valley? They both aren’t flammable plants, and they don’t die too easily, either.”
“I see...” Sam turned to leave, but halted when Dream called him. “Yes?”
“...Thank you, again… and sorry,”
His brows furrowed. “For what?”
“For a lot of things… you might understand one day.”
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