he watched from a distance as she tended to their wounds. wounds that he and his men has caused in the previous hours. he watched as she moved from building to building within the tall, dark walls, carrying a white med kit. he watched as she sent pitiful smiles to her injured friends, and he watched as she joked around and laughed despite their situation. he watched her soft hair flow in the wind, and the way her smile caused others to smile as well. he watched her caring, soft, and kind eyes slowly get heavier as the night went on, and he watched through her window as she went to bed after making sure everyone else was okay.
hours later, dream tied his white mask back around his face before disappearing with the wind, returning to his home.
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y/n is 19 at the start of this book
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Fanfiction"hey dream? you're an asshole," she spoke slowly from her place in the corner, wrists tied behind her back. "you know, you're really not in a position to be saying things like that," he responded, twirling the handle of his sword in a circle.
