Dreamcatcher

11. Mistakes

Error was definitely not nervous, he never was. If he had been nervous he wouldn't have come as far as he had right now. He wouldn't have given Dream all his gifts or been able to continue hanging out with him.

And yet, right now, there was no other explanation for what he was feeling. His hands felt clammy, his words juddered more often and it took a lot more of his energy than usual to stop his glitches from appearing too frequently. 

Today was the day he was going to confess.

Having put it off for a few weeks, Error felt this was the right time to express his feelings for Dream. The two were alone in the Antivoid and that was how Error preferred it to be. By now he'd understood Dream would never judge, so Error let loose on his bravado, letting Dream see a side of him no one else would. Though Error would never be nearly as sociable as Swap or energetic as Ink, he was friendly and calmer with his crush than most assumed he even could be.

Talking about his crush.. Dream was sat close in front of the ebony monster, tongue sticking out just a bit on the side of his mouth. That was already cute enough to dwindle down Error's nerves. A concentrated expression was also on Dream's face, sockets crinkled and eyelights bright in focus as he held two needles firmly.

"Ugh! Why is this so difficult!" Dream whined, having tangled his string for the seventh time. 

Error snorted as he continued with his own side of the blanket. Teaching Dream to crochet was plenty entertainment, as however much the guardian excelled in, apparently crocheting wasn't one of them. Dream had asked Error to teach him, and despite his best effects, Dream struggled with the task, often tangling or messing up the blanket they were making.

"You n-need to pull the str-ring up-p through here, not dow-wn." Error corrected, placing his hands on top of Dream's and guiding them to show how it should've been done.

The flutter in his soul never stopped whenever he made contact with the other. Even now when his issue with touch didn't create problems unless it was something extreme. When Dream had told him a bit at a time would help overcome the phobia, he was right. One stable step at a time went further than a leap and a stumble.

"I th-thought you'd be bet-tter at this, considering y-your hands are skilful with thi-ings like your bow-w." Error said, eyeing the black archery gloves Dream wore.

"That would make sense.. I'm better with my bow than swords or staff anyway." He agreed. "Though, I'm out of practice with how my.. Nightmare and his group usually fight close combat. And you need to be much more precise with crochet." 

"I su-uppose. I'm us-sed to handling s-strings anyway, consi-idering it's a major part of my-y magic."

"Do you usually use your own stings?" Dream asked, still focused on his attempt to crochet another section. 

Error hummed a yes. "De-epends. Usually, yes. B-but if I need multiple col-lours I, um, borrow-w then from some Univers-ses." Error replied, having finished his half of the blanket and dropping it, satisfied, on the floor.

"So the string I'm using isn't yours?"

"Yep." Error nodded, "As much-h as I can handle yo-our touch, my strings a-are esse-entially part of me and my magi-ic. So you h-handling them so m-much would be.. uncomforta-able."

While Error was crocheting with his strings that came from his sockets, he'd given Dream a gold coloured ball of yarn for that reason. They were both crocheting a side of a blanket, the blue and gold colours went well together (matching their personalities and outfits Error found) and the blanket was turning out well, even if Dream's side was much messier.