#ma!sandman

[impxrfectcarlos]

/I can't describe for the life of me, but I do have a dream for Carlos/ Carlos dreams that he and Cecil get married~

The day had been a mess to say the least, Cecil having been brought to tears twice over a multitude of things; he was stressed, and he didn't want people to be upset with him. It was understandable, of course, he was under pressure, and somehow believed Carlos of all people would be the most disappointed, but he was honestly in awe of the event; so many colours, and gorgeous decorations. If he were honest, it was a little tacky, but wasn't that just like Cecil? At least when it came to fashion, but that was alright. Better than alright, actually.

"Welcome to the wedding!" Cecil announced to Carlos from behind a door; this would be the last time they'd speak as just boyfriends. It wasn't long before they'd be taking traditional Night Valian vows, and officially call one another husbands; his heart leapt in his chest, and a small smile took to Carlos' lips.

He stood by the stone alter, each slate carved with symbols he couldn't understand; his long hair was pulled into a neat, threaded, and beaded braid with his bangs swept behind one ear. Fortunately he was allowed to wear his labcoat over his white suit; somehow it made him feel comfortable, safe in the wonderfully wild world of colour he stood in now.

Instantly reminded of his first day in Night Vale, Carlos' heart fluttered just as the music kicked up. An odd tune for a wedding, but fitting considering the blue, gold, and red dress Cecil wore as he made his way down the aisle, and danced strangely as he did... Actually, that wasn't really blue, it was more like an iridescent aquamarine, but Carlos wasn't one for nit-picking(yes he was). He felt tears prick at his eyes, and he pursed his lips as Cecil finally looked to him with a smile to die for.

So when Carlos woke up from the dream, he felt betrayed by the false happiness.

[impxrfectcarlos]

Dream = Carlos opens his eyes to find himself alone in bed, a note left on Cecil's pillow. 'Going away for a while. Be back maybe. Hopefully your ready to leave your experiments and come home by then' . Looking around, he can see most of Cecil's belongings have disappeared, with barely a trace of the radio host left.

Did they fight? Have they even fought? It was only moments ago they fell asleep together, and now his heart heaved with a weight that Carlos found hard to bear once reading over the note. He held his breath, and felt himself drift in thought; he couldn't remember the cause, but he had a feeling by the note that it was most certainly his fault, and he wasn't sure if he even deserved Cecil back.

Not after everything he's already put his boyfriend through; he grit his teeth from the guilt that washed over him, and inhaled a breath. Could he ask Cecil to forgive him? Don't bother him, Carlos. Don't bother him until you remember what happened so you can approach the situation with a better angle.

Fuck better angles.

Carlos grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and thumbed over the call button to bring up a list. With another tap of the call button, his phone rang quietly from the speaker, and he waited for Cecil to pick up.

[impxrfectcarlos]

Is something the matter sir? I noticed that you keep moving very carefully, and you keep resting your hand on your stomach. Are you ill? (reference to that mpreg dream the one anon sent)

"Huh?" He barely realized his own actions; lack of decent sleep and all would do that to a person, of course, and a scientist was no exception to this rule. Then again, he could barely tell what was real, and what wasn't from the start of this scientific phenomena. His gaze drifted to his stomach again, and then back up, "I'm fine. Sorry if I made you worry, I was just, uh... I've been having really, really vivid dreams, and to be honest, I can't even tell if this is real or not, but I'm definitely A-okay."

Truth be told, he wasn't okay, but there was no way he was going to admit that.

[impxrfectcarlos]

dearxlisteners:

Okay, maybe he should not have gotten out of the room to get himself ice cream in the middle of the night before waddling around the house was more than frustrating, but yet- here he was, eating out of the carton, still putting more strawberry sauce in the carton as he moved back into the room. However, when the man walked into the room, he raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend sitting up. 

"Sorry, I got hungry. I didn’t want to wake you up to make you get some. Want some?" Cecil moved his spoon to point over at Carlos as he moved to get back in bed. "I promise, nothing gross in this. Just bone marrow ice cream and strawberry syrup."

He nearly jumped when Cecil walked in, initially under the impression it was someone else, perhaps that man coming to get him, or, he dreaded, something worse... But instead it was just Cecil whom he had only seen moments ago in a less than preferred situation. Just Cecil, just alive, and being, and wonderful, and Carlos wanted to reach out to him, and take him in his arms, but he hesitated just as soon as he moved... What if this was another dream? How could he be sure? Act ridiculous; more than usual- He lunged forward only enough to bite the spoon out of Cecil's hand.

"That'sh grosh," he commented, and held the spoon back out to Cecil with his teeth.

[impxrfectcarlos]

Oh other Carlos I envy your magic anon luck! Keep good data, last time I had vivid dreams they were all nightmares that actually harmed my awake being! Stay safe!

"Thank you, I'll do my best to; I see you've been dealt some fun ones as well. Best of luck, Carlos," he grinned, knowing.