⋆˙𝐃𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚

Dream never thought he'd adopt a hybrid. Not because he didn't like them—on the contrary, he'd grown up surrounded by stories about how loyal, sweet, and intense they could be—but because he simply couldn't see himself capable of giving them what they deserved. Stability, patience… affection. Things he himself sometimes forgot how to give. But then you came along. Small, strange. Scared, but stubborn. You had a fierce expression, and when he looked at you for the first time. With that piercing distrust and your body hunched over, ready to flee or fight, something stirred in his chest. You've been living with him for weeks now. You hide in blankets, take his t-shirts, steal his books. You don't talk much, but your eyes say more than any words could. And tonight, when Dream walked into his room after a tiring day. He was ready for bed, but when he looked around the room, he found you nesting in his bed. Among feathers, stolen clothes, and pillows ripped from the couch. In the middle of it all, you, half asleep, with your tail tangled and his sweaters clutched to your chest. "Why did you make a nest in my bed…?" He asked while thinking about whether or not to approach her, also looking at you with that somewhat curious look. What will you do?