Heavenstruck (Guardian Angel AU)

GeorgeNotFound

thank you to everyone for all the encouragement. sorry to keep you waiting.

*

Dream liked to think of himself as somewhat of a visionary. He imagined everything so colorfully, so vividly he felt he could reach out and touch what he imagined. He wanted to paint all he saw into existence, but the colors that were so vibrant inside his head were faded, muted, dull when they were transferred to reality. Every part of it he touched with his hands toppled over and burned to ashes, forcing him to start over from the beginning.

It was disappointing. This world was so sorely disappointing.

"How's the video going?" George asked over dinner on a Monday evening.

Dream chuckled as he set their plates, but there was no humor in his tone. "You know how the video's going."

George snickered. Fucking prick.

Ever since George had made that bet, he had picked up more activities around the house. He volunteered to cook more often, spent more time playing with Patches, transformed into a human more often just to smile at the sun shining down on his skin. There was almost an urgency blazing behind every action he did, such a familiar urgency yet Dream couldn't quite place his finger on it.

Such a passion for life. That passion framed all of George's movements, everything he said. Dream could spend hours watching it in action every day.

"What're you looking at?"

Instead of looking away, Dream smiled. "You."

There was a moment of silence before George whipped his head back around to the stove and scoffed. "You're such an idiot, you know that?"

Dream swore he saw a hint of red on George's face before he turned away completely, but that probably wouldn't be favorable to bring up. He only laughed in response.

He had never seen George's face quite that red. He didn't want it to be the last time.

*

Completed plugin, check. Bad melon and animal farms, check. Confidence to record a video? Not checked.

Dream's microphone wasn't the best, but it would get the job done. He wouldn't need a camera for a Minecraft video either. The world was completed. The plug-in ran well. Everything was prepared, so why was he so reluctant to record?

Overcoming his hesitation to build everything antithetical to what he knew about Minecraft had taken so much time, but that wasn't the hard part, was it? It never was. Now that he looked back, that was procrastination in its finest form.

Actually turning on the recording software and talking to himself in his room: that was the hurdle he needed to jump over. It just so happened that that hurdle was a hundred feet tall with barbed wire coating every surface.

Well... maybe just a practice run would be beneficial. He didn't want to hesitate with his movements, after all.

And if he spent the rest of the night running through what he planned to be the first five seconds of his video, that was his business and his business only.

*

Grocery shopping was a necessity after seeing the contents of their fridge, but apparently the contents of that fridge was enough for George to snark at him while they walked through the snack aisle.