Spellcatcher - Dreamnotfound

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George wasn't new to being quiet. 

It was something he did fairly often in his past, being born into a war that his kind were losing.

So, sneaking down the hall with an assassin— Former assassin?— at his side wasn't much of a challenge.

The layout of the jail wasn't complicated— The ground floor were places for guards and other human staff. Below, in the basement, was where Dream and George emerged from— The dungeons. There were different areas— Some places had hundreds of cells for Magics and traitors alike, others had only a few cells similar to where George was kept.

On either side of the two were prisoners upon prisoners, and George could feel guilt, hot and burning, rising in his throat. 

Sometimes, he'd glance to the side where one of them would be staring at him, and stumble in his steps at the glassy look in their eyes. 

The only thing keeping him from running to any one of them was Dream's gentle but firm hold on his wrist, a thumb rubbing absent circles into his palm.

Spiraling staircases greeted them as soon as they opened the wooden door to exit the dungeons. The stairs unfurled to reach yet another wooden door, this one with a second lock on it.

Dream's grip on George's wrist tightened slightly as their steps echoed on crumbling wood, bouncing off the cracked stone walls of the small area. 

Both froze in their steps at the sound of a lock clicking and the door above them swinging open. George's stomach lurched, mouth going dry. Dream hissed a low curse under his breath.

"Dream?" There was a smile in that voice— George couldn't tell if it was friendly or malicious. 

Dream's fingers unfurl from around George's wrist, who hesitates for a moment before snatching his hand away from the assassin with a low grumble of annoyance.

"Sapnap?"

Dream's eyes flash from annoyed to excited in a heartbeat as a slightly shorter figure scrambles down the stairs. George slumps back against the wall, eyes narrowing just a little.

The other boy— Sapnap, was it?— has black hair and bright, excited eyes, in a different uniform to Dream's— However he has the same assassin's blade as the blonde. 

Another assassin, George supposes.

"I haven't seen you in forever, Dream! At least not since you were given— Um, kicked out of the group!" 'Sapnap' exclaims, stumbling over his own words a bit before suddenly seeming to remember where he was. "Who's this?"

George scoffs and crosses his arms as Sapnap seems to only just realize he was there.

Dream smiles brightly, discreetly kicking George— Be polite— before answering his friend. "The prisoner I guard usually." 

A flash of strange recognition shines in Sapnap's eyes for a moment before flickering out again. 

Curious.

"You mean that moon Magic?" The raven haired boy presses, eyeing the bright silvery blue veins underneath George's skin. The Magic suffocates the power briskly. 

Dream nods with slight enthusiasm— and a hint of something else that reminds George vaguely of the message he portrayed through his kick. Like a secret. 

"Yeah."

George huffs.

"What's he doing here?" Sapnap asks lightly, his voice echoing a little.

Dream shrugs. "Something about interrogation? I don't know, I'm just the guard."

He's lying through his teeth, George knows that much. But he stays quiet.

"I thought you were— Oh, right, sorry, yeah." 

George glares at Sapnap with rising suspicion, his fingernails digging crescents into his skin. "What are you talking about?"

Sapnap glares right back, excitement draining from his eyes and being replaced with anger cold as the winter just outside the walls. "Not anything that much concerns you."

"I think it does." George fires back sharply, shifting to stand up straighter. Dream's face tilts to glance at him, a slight panic crossing his expression, mixed with annoyance.

"I'm afraid I don't agree."

"Seems like a 'you problem,' now tell me."

"No thanks."

"It wasn't a question!"

Dream grabs George's arm and tugs him backwards, away from where he had stepped forward to challenge Sapnap.

 "You're still a prisoner." He hisses under his breath to the Magic, who's beginning to cool down a little. To Sapnap, Dream plasters an expression of amusement on his face. "Sorry, he's.. Sort of violent."

"Yeah, I can see that." Sapnap huffs, though George catches a hint of excitement in his eyes, at the adrenaline of a fight. He scoffs.

"I'm not violent." 

Dream shoots him a glare, but George ignores him.

Sapnap raises an eyebrow, his interest spiking at the Magic's tone. "Why's that?" He shifts to cross his ankles. "You tried to fight me, seems pretty violent."

"You started it. I'm just as human as you are, and you acted like I didn't exist."

"That's ironic." Dream murmured under his breath. George rolls his eyes.

Sapnap pauses. Then, he begins to smile, and a breath of laughter spills from his lips. "You. I like you."

"Well I don't like you." George retorts.

Sapnap grins. "Yeah, I really like you."

Dream chuckles softly, rolling his eyes with a fond smile.

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Word count: 851

sapnap! :D

i missed writing this ngl <33 

Have a wonderful day! <3 

-Melli-