𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || Dreamnoblade || Discontinued (?)

Chapter 28

A/N: So it's been 11 days... I am very sorry. I have no excuse. I was legit just lazy. Sorry... Uhh enjoy!

Third Person's POV:

Techno's grip was tough as iron, tight enough to choke, almost ripping through the light cloth of Dream's hoodie. Among the shallow, broken breaths, were rolling tears and desperate pleas for the other to stay, to never leave again. And Dream, Dream rubbed light circles to the back of his lover, whispering low, soothing words, composed in his calm.

"I'm back. I'm sorry. I'm okay. You'll be alright. You're with me..." He mused tenderly, words tickling, ghosting, the shell of Techno's ear. "Breathe with me," he crooned again, this time, cradling the other's head.

Numb, was the prince. Could feel nothing but the warmness of a gentle touch and rumble of Dream's lean chest. Unconscious in his mind, Techno curled, now heaving stabilizing breaths, aiming at the crook of Dream's neck.

"Idiot baby..." He choked, attempting to keep a steady voice. Dream hummed, chuckling that mellifluous laugh he did so often.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry..." He murmured with a hush, leaning back against the cool, cream-colored walls and securing protective arms around his lover. He pulled Techno until he was seated intimately on his lap, before leaning forward and pressing a tender kiss to his temple. "Don't cry..."

Dream offered a comforting smile, to which Techno sniffled in response. He leaned forward again, this time, wiping at the glassy droplets embellishing his fiancé's pale, perfect cheek. Then, with an inscrutable look, glanced up to the whispering figures by the now wrecked, busted-up door.

"Get out! Give them privacy!" Tommy whisper-shouted, shooing away the series of curious maids and butlers. He swatted with his hands, as if they were dwindling flies on a picnic sandwich. He even attempted to give Wilbur a shove, who in response, punched him brotherly on the head.

"Boys!" Phil glared, beginning to pull away his son and unofficial son. The latter of the two, Tommy, turned back and gave a narrowed, suspicious glare, as if to say 'how dare you touch the blade like that?'

Dream just stuck a childish tongue at him, smirking as he was dragged off.

Then, refocusing on Techno, faced his lover's peeved expression.

"You-" The pinkette began. Only, before he could speak, Dream took ahold of his  hand, running his own over those lithe fingers. He pulled them closer, before placing a light kiss atop the translucent red of his ruby ring. Techno flushed.

"I'm sorry..." Dream murmured lowly, breath tickling at tender skin. He gave the hand another chaste kiss. "Forgive me?"

The blonde glanced up apologetically, clearly an attempt of puppy-dog eyes. However, unaware to him, Techno only saw the beady, black eyes of a smiley face mask instead. He snorted.

"I can't take you seriously like that..." He murmured, smoothing over the ceramic surface. Then, carefully, he grazed the edge questioningly. As if to ask "can I take it off?"

Dream stilled, muscles tightening from beneath the other, causing a quick retraction of hands. Only, before even an inch of distance made way between them, the blonde caught Techno's wrist, guiding them back to his mask.

It was an unspoken yes. The prince complied, carefully peeling it aside and since the first time they kissed, took a good, hard look at his lover's face. His breath hitched.

"Why do you always wear your mask? You look good..." He mused softly, brushing intimately at Dream's freckle-dusted face. It was a constellation, like pretty stars, like the swirling galaxy held in those intense, yet gentle eyes. The one's that screamed danger, yet had meticulous calculation. He exhaled a little, mesmerized by beauty, the art of his partner's bewitching features.