dreamland | dreamnotfound

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3 - persephone ; epic iii | hadestown

king dream didn't know what came over him when he decided to sneak out of the castle without his mask on, changing into plain clothing and out of his fancy attire, he decided to walk around the village, and suddenly he stumbled across a small cottage inside a forest. it wasn't far from the castle if you know your way, and dream surely knows his way around the village and his kingdom.

why this place was hidden from people? dream didn't know.

the cottage was small and cozy, filled with plants and a vast array of flowers. he couldn't help but stare in awe at the simple, yet pretty little house.

within that small cottage, was george. he was cleaning his place up, the man was often alone but he preferred it that way. the ambience in there was serene; filled with birdsongs and white noise.

that man, george, was 19 years of age - a year older than the king - and with his fluffy hair and enchanting gaze, the king fell in love with the mystery boy. george hummed a few songs as he swept the floor.

he wiped down the windows, watered the flowers and sang with the birds that watched him as he got rid of the dust and grime on his porch. george smiled, leaving bowls of seeds and water for the sparrows to consume. any bird can eat what he has left, but the sparrows are always present. so, he assumed that the sparrows will eat majority of the seeds.

george stopped for awhile and admired his environment, it was quiet and nobody was around - or so he thought. he saw a very handsome man standing near his home, and he smiled.

"hello! are you lost?" george asked, a kind and warm smile on his face. dream was a little surprised, and almost stuttered.

"y-yeah, i'm trying to find my way back to the village."

okay maybe he did stutter, but can you blame him? the man infront of him was so beautiful, and no princess or prince can compare to his beauty. and him? lost? he ruled the kingdom how can he get lost in his land, well technically this cottage was a little outside his land but nobody had to know about his tiny lie.

"okay! you'll just have to head north, and eventually - you'll find your way." george said gently, "stay safe on your trip-"

"uh, may i have your name please? your kindness, i'm sure i won't forget it and i atleast want to know your name." dream cut him off, speaking very fast, and he hopes the man understood him, he also hopes that the ethereal angel infront of him didn't mind the awkwardness.

this was weird, dream often held himself together, but now? he wasn't so sure if he was holding himself at all.

george giggled, which, he didn't do alot. he wasn't very feminine, but he wasn't manly either - nonetheless, the attractive man opposite him got a giggle.

"george, you can call me george." he answered, "and may i ask for your name too?"

"dream, you can call me dream." he smiled.

"very well then mister dream, would you like to come inside for some baked goods?" george offered, and dream couldn't refuse staying with the man a little more, and so he nodded - following george inside his cottage. he hung up his cloak on a rack and sat down on the living room couch.

george smiled to himself, baking was one of his passions; from pies and doughnuts to bread and bagels to meringue to cookies and cake, he learned how to bake them all. seeing the chocolate chips and flour made his eyes shine - it's been awhile since he has made chocolate chip cookies.

he also noted the squirrels, rats, possums and skunks living around the enclosure, george didn't get rid of them - he left them to their own devices for he was fond of animals. and so he left something out for the rodents to eat.

george prepared some tea and entered the living room with his tea set, pouring dream a glass and pouring one for himself.

"so, why is a man like yourself roaming around these woods?" george joked lightly.

"home was a little boring, and i just wanted to walk around, got lost on the way." dream half lied, well it was true - he was bored, but he didn't get lost.

"well, okay, whenever you get bored - you can just come and visit me." george offered, he didn't know what he was thinking, dream might be a murderer or a burglar and he just openly offered his home to him, but those thoughts went away when dream smiled.

"yeah, sure."

george heard his timer go off, and he excused himself, fetching the cookies from the oven. he placed them on a plate and brought them over to the living room.

"careful, it's hot." george gently warned. dream smiled as they talked about themselves, getting to know each other.

dream has come to find out that george was kicked out by his grandparents because of his sexuality and that his parents died when he was four years old, he also found out that george's favourite tea was chamomile and that his favourite flowers were daisies. he was enamoured, he really was.

and george, despite his preference of being alone - actually enjoyed dream's company, he is a tiny bit attracted to the green eyed fellow (he can't really see green though, so, in his case - piss yellow eyed fellow) but that doesn't matter, he knew he didn't have a chance with him - dream was way out of his league.

it was getting dark, and dream had to go. george packed up cookies for him to take on his journey which dream sweetly accepted, with a promise that he'll visit soon.

dream entered the castle when he thought everyone was asleep, only to be greeted by techno. the blond jumped slightly in shock when techno made the former aware of his presence.

"so, where were you?" techno asked, he wasn't mad but if you didn't know techno - his monotonous tone is sure to scare you. techno's eyes drifted down to dream's hands, where he held the cookies neatly wrapped up in a pink, checkered cloth tied with a ribbon. and now, a knowing smile found itself on his face. "i see." techno smiled, "mister dream boy's in love, or, infatuated at least."

"shut up techno." dream argued weakly, "i was...lost." he trailed off, making the taller man hum and nod.

"sure you were, it's not as if you grew up here and know the place like the back of your hands." techno quipped back.

they both know dream was lying about being lost, and maybe, just maybe - george has sensed he wasn't lost either, from the confidence he had walking away from his cottage, but will he complain? no, after all, he wishes to see dream again.