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Today, Dream and Wilbur’s third day of living together in their new cabin, started with a simple question.
Do you trust me?
And, without hesitation, Dream replied:
Of course I do.
That’s how Dream ended up here.
Except, he doesn’t even know where here is.
All he knows is that, when Wilbur asked him to close his eyes and not open them again, he listened.
He feels like they’ve been walking for a while now though.
Well, at least Wilbur has been walking for a while.
Dream assumes that Wilbur thought it would be too hard for him to walk with his eyes closed so, when they left the house, Wilbur kneeled down on the ground and told him to climb on.
And how was Dream supposed to resist a free piggyback ride?
So, for a while now, Dream has just been enjoying this moment where he doesn’t have to do anything, just simply exist.
“Your eyes are still closed, right?” Wilbur asks with a large grin and, had Dream’s eyes been open, he definitely would have rolled them at Wilbur’s question.
“Yes, Mom,” Dream teases with an exasperated huff, his words causing Wilbur to release a hearty chuckle, the sound of his mirth, paired with the way he can feel Wilbur’s shoulders shake with laughter, causes Dream to smile widely, feeling happy and accomplished for drawing such a reaction out of the man he loves.
When Wilbur finally recovers from his laughter, he cheekily says, “Good, I’m glad you haven’t. If you did, we’d have to go back without you seeing my special surprise for you.”
“You’re the worst,” Dream mutters, but there isn’t any heat behind his words, instead, his tone is filled with unmistakable fondness.
“Yet you love me all the same,” Wilbur points out with a gigantic smile, his words making Dream want to roll his eyes again, but he keeps them closed per Wilbur’s wishes.
“Yeah, yeah, just don’t let it go to your head,” Dream playfully says as he ruffles Wilbur’s hair, unable to see how messy he made it with his eyes closed but, if his friend’s indignant shout is anything to go by, he did a good job.
“Wow, this is how you repay me for trying to do something nice for you?” Wilbur asks in a mock-hurt tone, knowing that Dream can definitely hear his grin, but he can’t bring himself to care.
“I don’t even know what we’re doing!” Dream can’t help but complain, trying not to get frustrated with Wilbur, but just wanting to know what’s going on.
“That’s the point, Silly,” Wilbur fondly says as he reaches up to boop Dream’s nose, laughing loudly at the way his face scrunches up, not expecting that with his eyes closed.
“Fuck you,” Dream grumbles as he playfully smacks the back of Wilbur’s head in retaliation for booping his nose.
Wilbur just laughs even harder, his body shaking so hard from mirth that Dream dully wonders if the man might accidentally drop him.
But, instead of dropping him, Wilbur slowly lowers himself onto the grass below as he continues giggling, allowing Dream to easily climb off of his shoulders.
When Wilbur finally recovers from his laughter, he grabs Dream’s left hand and happily says, “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
After a few moments of hesitation, suddenly feeling nervous, Dream slowly opens his eyes, his breath getting caught in his throat when he sees where they are.
“It’s… beautiful,” Dream murmurs in awe as he releases Wilbur’s hand in favor of stepping forward. “Wow.”
While smiling wider than he has in a long, long time, Dream carefully takes another step, putting him on the edge of a flower field.
Everywhere he looks, flowers spring up from the ground. Some are nothing more than small, fragile buds that sprout no higher than his toes, yet others are large, majestic sunflowers that jut toward the sky, some even taller than him.
There’s splashes of sunshine-yellow dandelions, soft purple lilacs, and bright orange tulips to his left, sea-blue cornflowers, pale pink tulips, and ruby-red roses off to his right.
It’s absolutely breathtaking.
He forgot that so many colors even existed, so to be surrounded by this many at once is amazing.
“What do you think?” Wilbur softly asks with a large smile, feeling happier than he has in a very long time, Dream’s unmistakable joy extremely contagious.
“I love it!” Dream exclaims with a loud, bubbly laugh, truly enamored by the beauty surrounding him. “You did this all for me?”
“Of course,” Wilbur replies without hesitation as he closes the distance between them, gently grabbing Dream’s hands and holding them in his own as he continues, “I’d do anything for you, Dream.”
“I love you,” Dream whispers from the bottom of his heart, too choked up to speak any louder, but hoping that Wilbur understands him all the same.
“I love you too,” Wilbur says just as softly and tenderly, his heart swelling with unadulterated happiness, knowing that, no matter how many times he hears Dream say that he loves him, it will never cease to take his breath away from giddiness.
After a few more moments of just looking at each other while smiling widely, Dream squeezes Wilbur’s hands gently, prompting the man to let them go.
Slowly, being careful to not step on any of the delicate flowers, Dream begins wandering around, occasionally kneeling beside one to breathe in the delectable scent or tenderly stroke its feather-soft petals.
As Dream continues taking in all the flowers with wide, happy eyes, Wilbur grins without restraint, especially when he notices a pink tulip lying on the ground, no longer connected to the rest of its stem.
While smiling even wider, he grabs the flower, holding it just as delicately and tenderly in his hands as he would hold Dream, wanting to protect them both because they are each fragile, yet truly beautiful.
As Dream kneels beside a lilac, the purple so soft and pretty, nothing like the violet of the crying obsidian in his old cell, Wilbur sits beside him.
Without a word, Wilbur turns toward Dream and gently tucks the flower behind his ear, the pink tulip shining beautifully among the golden locks of his hair.
While blushing shyly, Dream reaches up to feel the flower placed in his hair, his eyes shimmering with love and adoration when he looks back at Wilbur.
And, at that moment, sitting together in the middle of the gorgeous flower field, no words are needed between the two best friends, each of them knowing in their hearts that they are loved so deeply and dearly by the other.