we'll make this work -- (Error x F!Dream)

chapter 19 -- the end of an era

Dream's eyes widened slightly, a smile coming to her face. This was strange...

She knocked back, three times. The person on the other end laughed; a strange yet endearing multioctave and glitching laugh – a laugh she knew by heart. Dream smiled more and even laughed as another knock sounded from inside.

"...are you going to let me in or keep me knocking?" Dream finally inquired.

The person knocked one more time before opening the door. And there he stood. Error, God of Destruction, in black sweats and a blue hoodie, round red glasses resting on his nose cavity and tape holding them up where his ears would've been. And the best part? He was smiling. Genuinely smiling.

"'S been a while, huh...?" he mumbled, his hand going to the back of his neck as his multi-colored eyes fell to his slippers.

"It...hasn't been that long, Error," Dream replied, keeping her eyes trained on his expression. "Um, i-is now a bad time?"

"What did you need?"

"I just...I wanted to talk to you."

"...why do you want to talk to me...?"

Dream let out a snort, immediately clapping a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. "Why would I not want to talk to you?" she asked, giving him a confused grin.

Error remained silent for a moment before opening his door wider and stepping in, tilting his head towards the inside as if to signal her to enter. Nodding her head in thanks, Dream walked into his bedroom.

"I think this is the first time I've seen your room," Dream remarked, her eyes scanning the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves littered with books, sewing supplies, and handmade dolls. "It's really...cozy..." she added softly.

"...Thanks," Error said quietly, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he shuffled around the room, putting various things into place; putting away papers and books and organizing the disorganized books on his shelves. "So, uh...are you gonna tell me what you wanted to talk about...? Or are you just here to take up space in this already cluttered room?"

"W-well I didn't come to take up space in your room, Error," Dream retorted, her smile faltering for just a second, "I...wanted to talk to you. About the argument."

"Oh...right...that..."

"Yeah...that..." Dream paused, unsure of how to start the conversation.

"Sit on the bed."

"What-?"

"Well, if you want to talk to me do you wanna talk standin' or sitting?"

Dream sat on the bed, her hands in her lap as she watched him sit next to her. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his hand as he turned all his attention to her.

Stars, Dream thought, he looked so... handsome like that. All of his attention drawn to her eyes, his entire demeanor seeming to be calm. Though just as her thoughts began to wander, Error sat up and let out a heavy and forced sigh, his head snapping to the window above his headboard.

"About the argument, that happened forever ago, geez," Error began, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, "I'm sorry. I'm really, really, sorry for everything I said. I shouldn't've called you that stuff, I shouldn't've gotten as mad as I did... 'Nuit' or whatever his name was was just bring you home. It was my fault for causing you to leave in the first place...."

Dream remained silent, her own hands in her lap itching to touch him, to hold his hand as his voice began to shake. "I-I'm sorry too, Error," she said softly, "I should've tried to explain it better and, well, I should've..."