C! Dream Drabble I Wrote Just Thinking About His Recovery Cause I Love Him So

c! dream drabble i wrote just thinking about his recovery cause i love him so

cw! mention of blood a lot, it's actually the main focus of the drabble, brief mention of self harm, some violence sprinkled here, some wound stuff sprinkled here.

crimson is the colour of his blood on his best friend's blade. it's the shade of vengeance, fear of a metamorphosis beyond one's understanding. it's a tone of finality because there is nothing to be said. it's too late for explanations.

crimson is the shade of earnest eyes through rimmed spectacles tapped down the middle from domestic mishaps. it's the shade of trust, the scent of fresh stew on an open fire, warmth that doesn't burn and simmer his skin but settles the chiding chill in his bones. it's the tone of new beginnings, something dream feels he doesn't deserve but techno insists he does.

techno says crimson is the shade of wounds large like gashes on your arms but as small as skinning on your knees. it's the shade of regret and mistakes and childhood, the feeling of being human and breakable and fragile. it's the tone that says all things must come to an end. it says that time goes on. things are left in the past but things are also left to heal.

crimson is the shade of roses that if you're not too careful will spread the color to your fingers.

crimson is the shade of trees in the fall, time has gone by, things are changing, the earth is healing.

crimson runs in dream's veins and sometimes he feels the need to scratch his nails against his wrists as a reassurance that despite everything anyone says, against all odds he is still human.

he is a person too.

Anyway love is the most interesting thing in the world and romantic love is actually the most boring kind

Messy thought but. Pandora’s Vault isn’t a prison. It’s a glorified warehouse. A box sitting in the back of your impenetrable closet. It looks like a prison, acts like one with all these fancy waivers, redstone, and portals. And maybe at one point that was what c!Dream had intended for it to be. But now it’s not. Now it’s been reduced to storing a tool they can’t use because he’s still human enough to refuse them.

Pandora isn’t a prison. Pandora is a vault.

this is one of my favorite ones so far

axolotl dream. i think of him night and day. always on my mind. the perfect specimen.

Post prison Dream in a soft hoodie, one of Wilbur's that Phil just happen to have. It's not his usual green. It's a light peach color but it's fleece on the inside so he won't freeze. His normal green cargo pants are also gone, replaced by sweatpants (that are also Wil's) and he's wearing a spare pair of combat boots that Techno happened to have.

Him just standing out in the snow. Mask gone, hoodie up. Just looking up at the sky with snow falling lightly as the sun sets in the background.

Just existing and in peace. Just. *sighs* content