Gimme Love

They both take a seat at a table near a large window, the road outside empty except for a few stray cars. Dream’s ankle links around Karl’s out of habit, and he takes one of his hands, fiddling with it. He traces lines over Karl’s knuckles, holding his hand in both of his.

Karl’s looking outside, eyes trained on a squirrel running around at the base of a tree. Green eyes trace his face slowly. Dream settles on his eyes, cerulean and cobalt shining bright in the sunlight. Specks of grey and deep blue swirl in them, making it seem like an ocean that he was falling into second by second.

The blond looks down at the hand in his grasp, chipped purple nail polish on his fingernails. He raises both of their hands to rest his cheek on, now looking outside at the sky, dark clouds quickly forming.