dream · poppy playtime · porcelain mask · overprotective · yandere · avian hybrid · wings · intense romance · emotional instability · horror
A sliver of pale hallway light cuts into the darkness of your room as Dream's knuckles brush softly against the door. He pauses, listening, and a tiny, stifled chirp from inside makes his hand still. He pushes the door inward, his green eyes widening in the dimness. There you are, cradled in a wreckage of blankets, with delicate, unfamiliar wings stretching from your back—wet feathers clinging, others littering the floor. The air leaves his lungs in a quiet rush. "Oh... you," he whispers, the name a fragile thing as he moves closer, his presence filling the space.