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Dreams home had the power to provide him with warmth from what seemed like a million miles away. It was a warmth he had never experienced before, it messed with his brain in the best way possible, completely taking over his thoughts but he didn't mind that. Whilst these emotions were confusing at first, he soon welcomed their presence as they brought him a feeling of safety and love.
Even from all the way across the ocean his home was able to catch him when the struggles of them being kept apart hurt the most. When he felt like he was falling in a dark hole of despair and hopelessness, his home was able to catch him and provide a reassurance that lifted him back to the ground. Even when he didn't realise he was falling, his home had a way of covering him in a blanket of comfort before it even happened.
His home radiated an ethereal beauty with dark brown eyes that shone gold in the sunlight, a cute nose that was dotted with small freckles that all deserved to be individually kissed softly. His home had the prettiest and contagious smile that sprouted butterflies in his stomach, a feeling that occurred frequently now. He also had a laugh that was warm-hearted, sincere and full of joy, Dreams favourite of his though was the one where his nose scrunched up when he laughed at the silliest thing possible.
Like the moon, he shone in the darkness and twinkled like stars. He balanced Dream out perfectly. They were the sun and moon, the day and the night, the summer and the winter, they connected. One was a cheerful puppy who liked attention and being affectionate, whilst the other was a small cat who was more apprehensive and could sometimes scratch. The cat soon leaned into the affection though and stayed by the puppy's side.
Playful and silly, his home made him laugh and created the most joyous memories with. Whilst Dream waited, his life passing before him, everything was worthwhile as they created the moments they always dreamed and spoke of. His home was the one who made him smile in a way he did with no one else and made him laugh in a way that only his home has had the fortune to hear.
When Dream wanted to speak his mind of the deep thoughts he had, his home was a place where he could do that. His home created a space where he was listened to and during a conversation, when things turned silent it was a comfortable one. When he had things on his mind that caused him worry or to feel overwhelmed he turned to his home for contentment and was relaxed into a state that put his brain at ease.
Overwhelmed with the thoughts of new experiences arriving, his home told him it would be okay and that he would always be by his side. He told him he would never have to struggle on his own ever again as long as he was there with him. He told him this was their journey, one which they would travel together in small or big steps, whichever seemed necessary. Whilst Dream questioned the things happening around him, he never once questioned his home or their presence. He and his home were stable and had a strong piece of string which kept them attached even for afar.
Dream praised the love for his home out loud, to make people aware of just how perfect he is. He wasn't possessive but he liked people knowing just how lucky he was that his home picked him, as his home many times gathered the attention and liking of others. Whilst his home was more reserved and quiet in his way of words, he made his love known in others ways, whether that be through subtle glances and smiles at each other across the room or the soft, claimed accidental touches of each other's hands.
They kept their desires private and to themselves but to the people of the outside world and their friends around them, simply looking in, their love for one another was blatantly obvious. Their love was as clear as day but they were blindsided by their very own emotions that for the longest time they were oblivious to the signs they held. Only to have recently released the mutual pining they both held onto, for months even years.
Upon finally meeting his home in person the feelings he felt were too strong to hide. It started as looking at one another with a soft smile whilst the other wouldn't notice, it then moved onto jokes that toggled the line of whether they really were jokes or not and if they were just rather testing the limits of their boundaries. Things progressed to the time they spent together that was only meant for them, not to be interrupted or observed. They hovered over one another unsure whether the feelings of touch would be reciprocated or if they would be moving too fast.
Subtle touches were in fact okay and shared between them both, either through the soft touch of their hands, or the gentle grab of the other's waist. Predominantly moving to be something not so subtle anymore and something that they would rather both lean into than be scarce with. They grew confident and even more comfortable with one another, in a physical and emotional way. The feelings that were too strong to hold back were confessed during a quiet conversation during a late night.
They talked of love, patience, fear and beauty. They talked of their longing for each other and the secrets they were previously too scared to share. They talked of the past, the present and the future, one of which they would share together. They were absorbed with one another and they held the moment they had both been anticipating for a long time. Their lips met as they shared a kiss. It began soft, slow and sweet, both of them still nervous and apprehensive. Progressing then further to something more fiery, that was possessed with an inner thirst and hunger that they had both contained for an unreasonable amount of time. Their hands now moved to the places they were too scared to reach for before; the side of his face, running through his hair, downwards towards his lower waist and further along to reach for his inner thigh.
They held onto one another in their sleep, promising to never let each other go, then falling asleep to the sweet nothings they whispered into each other's ears. Dream covered his loves’ face with soft sweet kisses as he woke up. They then lay comfortably in each other's arms, his loves’ face nestled into the crook of his neck and his arm placed upon his bare chest. They were content.
Dreams home had never been a place, it had been a person. A person he had been in love with for a very long time and waited patiently for to arrive. A person he wished to hug, kiss and fall asleep with. Someone who made him feel things no one else had. Someone who made him realise things about himself he didn't know before. Someone he trusted, who made him laugh and feel comfortable. His home was someone he loved very deeply. His home was now his boyfriend.
His home was George.