dreamland | glass animals
wherein george has visions about his past life with dream after a near-death experience,
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george and clay struggle as the fine line between platonic and romantic affection gets more and more foggy as time goes on.
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"what?"
george stared at dream, and dream was looking everywhere but george.
"so let me get this straight." george inhaled, "you're a king, the king of the nation just outside this forest, and you didn't tell me that because?"
"i don't want to scare you away, people usually say i'm cold and stuff." dream sheepishly mumbled, "and, i don't know, i guess i don't want you to only be with me for the wealth?" he trailed off.
george stopped, and stared at his new lover. dream did have a point, if people were to find out about his power, then they'd throw themselves at him - but the love won't be genuine. he can't blame dream for wanting something real, ruling a kingdom is indeed hard.
"okay, i understand." george smiled, "your worries are valid, and, thank you very much for trusting me with that information. my feelings for you won't change, whether you're a peasant boy or a demigod, i love you for you, dream. don't you ever forget that."
"so, do you want to meet my family?" dream asked, and george nodded.
"do you think they'll like me?" george asked, a little nervous about the whole thing.
"what's not to like about you, george? you're perfect." dream smiled, and his smile was contagious - causing george to smile himself.
"okay, when will i get to meet them?" george questioned.
"how 'bout, tomorrow?" dream suggested, and george simply nodded.
"sure, i'd like that." george replied, smiling brightly at dream - he couldn't resist and gave george a small peck on the lips.
george laughed lightly at that, calling dream a dork and kissing him properly. and there they were, two happy people underneath the shining sun.
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dream rode his horse off to the back of the castle, and he gently pets his horse's snout before leading her to the barn. if dream adored anything else, it's his horse, spirit.
he then entered the castle, through the back, trying to sneak in until-
"dream! you're home, just in time for dinner." wilbur smiled, with tommy and tubbo trailing behind him.
"oh, okay! thank you, i'll join you guys shortly-"
"where have you been dream? are you with a woman?" tommy asked with his brash voice, and tubbo gently tugged on his sleeve, telling him silently to pump the brakes.
"uh, about that. i have something to tell you all in dinner." dream smiled a little.
"okay then! we'll be waiting. go and change." tubbo gently said, and dream ruffled his younger sibling's hair, going up to his room to go and change his outfit to something more comfortable.
