His favorite color. The color dream wears almost everyday, because it was the only one George could see properly. George is gone. He went missing a year ago and has since been announced as dead. But dream won't accept it. He knows deep in his heart, that george is still out there. Alive. He won't rest, until he finds him. [intentional lowercase]•[09.26.21]•[10.13.21]•

in which dream would rather die a painful death by petals for his love, rather than pretend like it doesn't exist. and his love, george, has no idea. no smut | hanahaki | heavy topic of death

when we were young | adele clay and george were childhood friends, but george had to move away. and with distance, they drifted apart. years later, george inherits his grandparents' house in their old neighborhood, where he and clay used to play. what's peculiar was the box of letters there for george, all in clay's handwriting. " love letters, to what used to be you and i. " --- intentional lowercase :) cross-posted on ao3 ( 02/06/21 - 02/26/21 ) ( 03/09/21 ) ; edited wc: 16,452 words