Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Logstedshire in the snow
ok so I planned to write more of this but honestly I just don't have the motivation so here
Warning for generally vague descriptions of being very cold and mentions of the possibility of getting hypothermia
It was December. Of course there was fucking snow. It shouldn't have surprised Tommy when white flecks fell, they were so close to the arctic after all, but it did anyway. The snow started on one of Dream’s visits. It was fun then. It wasn't fun now.
Huddling in the walls of Logstedshire didn't prove much help. And Tommy mourned that missing shoe more than ever now, if he had it he could actually walk around easier. Even if he’d still be freezing his ass off. At least the snow was crunchy now. He could walk on top and it would only sting the bottom of his foot, rather than the fluffy white flakes that your whole foot falls into.
Tommy still hated this though, he still had to go about his normal day as if he wasn't freezing to death. Well I guess he didn't go about his normal day; he huddled in Ghostbur's van thingy with all the blankets he could find in hopes that he wouldn't get hypothermia. What? It's not like Ghostbur used this place anymore.
He hasn't visited at all since that stupid party.
Whatever. It didn't matter when he had warmth to worry about.
But he spent hours in that stupid place. With nothing to do but think and try not to freeze.
Wilbur wouldn't have let him come to this, he and Tubbo would’ve saved him, cuddle and laugh, joke until even through the cold he was warm inside and out. A sentimental part of him supplied.
Tubbo put him here. And Wilbur went insane, he wouldn't have done shit if he were still alive.
Literally the only person who was actually keeping him alive right now was Dream of all fucking people. And was he even doing that? I mean where was he now? He left a child in the snow, to freeze.
Maybe he didn't even care. Maybe Dream was just some hypocrite. It would track with the rest of his behavior.
This line of thinking continued for much of the rest of the afternoon until Dream finally showed up for his visit. Took him all till sunset, the asshole.
“You look like shit.” Was the first thing out of Dream’s mouth when he stepped into the van, his entrance letting a gust of cold air into Tommy's safe space, he hissed at that, burying himself further into his pitiful mass of blankets that really wasn't enough for this kind of weather.
AND UH YEAH OF COURSE HE LOOKS LIKE SHIT! HE'S FUCKING FREEZING! He could not infact summon the energy to shout at Dream.
“Either be useful or get out. Actually no, you can't open the door, so really, be useful or fucking shut up.” Usually his bitterness was usually covered by a veneer of humor, but he was hungry, and cold, and very much not having a good day, so pardon his rudeness.
A thick silence covered the van after that. Tommy started questioning if maybe he had been too rude before Dream went to sit beside him, awkwardly wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Tommy eagerly pressed himself to Dream’s side. Despite how his pride hated him for it, his will to at least not die of hypothermia was stronger.
Dream cursed under his breath and Tommy briefly thought he was about to be pushed away until Dream pulled him even closer, practically his lap.
“You're freezing.” Dream stated the obvious, sounding more disturbed by the concept then Tommy really believed he had the right to be. So of course he replied with a scoff.
“No shit. Believe me, it’s sucks ass for me more.” He muttered, with less bite than intended, him pressing his face into Dream's neck -which was notably warmer than him- probably didn't help though. On a normal day Dream might have made fun of him for his choice of words, he didn't though. Tommy kinda wished he did.
“I’m sorry I wasn't here sooner.” Tommy didn't like how sincere sounding Dream was. He felt Dream’s chin rest on the top of his head, a strange warmth bloomed in his chest at the gesture, he tried to convince himself it was just the masked man’s literal warmth. He hated it even with that flimsy excuse. And he hated how he nessled into Dream.
And worse, Tommy didn't have a response for once. No snappy comment came to mind, just blank annoyance. So he just grunted in annoyance.
Dream cursed under his breath again, pulling Tommy closer -as if they weren't already close enough. “I shouldn't have left you out here. I swear to god if you fucking freeze to death-” Dream inhaled a deep breath, before pulling tugging the misaligned blankets further over Tommy and pressing the teen fully against himself. “Just- just don't die on me. Ok?”
Well he’d certainly try. But right now he was just… tired. Not like falling asleep and freezing tired. Just.. sleepy tired. He yawned.
“Fine. Whatever.” The mumbled words were barely legible through their slurredness and Dream’s hoodie. But he was tired so it was the best Dream was going to get.