warmth [dreamnotfound] | ✓

chapter one. vienna.

ayo reminder to not harass the cc's and don't ship the irl creators, just their online personas!

just a few quick notes here before we get started! this is a summer-after-high-school fic so both boys are eighteen in the story! I'm trying to keep everything as accurate to their online personas as possible but I'm definitely going to mess up a few things so... uh... me perdonas????

okay I'm done blabbing now I'll see you at the end :))))))

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3:40 AM.

His cheeks were wet before the shower even started. Dream stepped in and nudged at the lever until cold water brushed over his face, splattering amongst his freckles and mixing with the droplets that slid from under closed eyelids.

The lanky boy stood under the water for a mere two minutes, staring at the floor when he could manage to open his eyes. His own blood mixed with the white tiles under his feet, swirling in a beautiful shade of pink. He could only blame himself for the injuries. He was the one that decided to stay out late and go to that party and enjoy himself and he was simply paying reparations.

By the time he got out, the water was still ice-cold but he didn't mind. The eighteen-year-old was distracted by cleaning the fading red from under his fingernails. He looked up, wiping a line of pink from his nose as his eyes met their green counterparts in the mirror.

He turned to grab the nicest towel in the house, running it over his dirty-blond hair. It clearly did not belong to him.

Slipping out of the bathroom silently, he tip-toed through the dingy, dark hall and into his bedroom. Dream looked around the place without turning on the light, expressionless and cold as he dropped to his knees and slid the boxes and bags out from their hiding place beneath his bed. A sigh escaped his lips as he changed into a green hoodie and loose jeans, shoving a pair of white sunglasses onto his forehead. He scooped up the boxes and fled the room. The expensive towel was the only trace of living left on the bedroom as it laid extravagantly across the bed.

The tall boy closed the front door behind himself, cringing at every little noise it made. He didn't realize he had been holding his breath until he started to feel light-headed, but every light in the house was still dark. So far, so good. Dream paused for a moment too long to stare at the door. At the cracked glass of one of its panes. He turned and looked out across the inky landscape of night, emerald eyes landing on the shadow of a vehicle in the driveway.

"Get in already! We're going to take all day at this rate." A black car was parked at the end of his driveway, music playing softly through an open window and headlights off. The boy in the driver's seat, George, didn't own a car. He didn't have a license either for that matter (being colorblind made that rather difficult), but there he was and Dream had never been so glad to see him.

"I had to grab my bags, dumbass. What's your excuse?" Dream leaned in the window to get a better view of the brunet, who was slumped down and looked half-asleep. He tossed his bags into the backseat before opening the driver's door, forcing the shorter boy to move to the passenger side with a grumble and an eye-roll. "How the hell did you get here anyway?"

"I drove." George shrugged as Dream closed the door silently, adjusting the seats and mirrors before backing down the driveway and into the unlit street. His gaze shifted from the rearview mirror to George, who was watching his house. His eyes weren't truly focused on anything. "Are you sure you got out without waking them?"