dreamland | dreamnotfound

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11 - downhill ; lifetime | ben&ben

george has been sleeping alot, and it's worrying darryl. he almost refused to exit out of his room and puts up a small fight whenever darryl brings some food over. because of how long darryl decided to stay, zak decided to follow suit and help darryl. they found out what had happened, long story short - george likes clay, but clay is making it so unclear whether he reciprocates, further confusing george when he kissed his lips but ran away afterwards. he tried desperately to understand what was going on but maybe, clay was just bored, or maybe there was something missing from george. he's been dozing off alot,
hoping to be with dream, hoping the dreams he's having are a reality. technically, they are.

"muffin, do you want to go with skep and i? we're going out to get some food." darryl knocked gently, george was laying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"no, i'll stay here. stay safe you guys." george said, barely audible but darryl somehow picked up on it. darryl sighed, walking away from george's door.

when the dreams became longer, the time skips became evident. he missed the first three years of his past self and dream's relationship, but it was there. he remembers braiding techno's long locks, along with tommy and tubbo messing with their older brother's hair, dream and wilbur writing songs together.

george rolled over, facing the left side of the wall. he wanted to sleep so bad, he really wanted to go back to his dream, but he was a little scared at the same time -- dream has been planning something, though he doesn't know what, he is a little scared to see where his dreams will go. but, despite his fears, he closed his eyes and slept.

--

"i fucked up man." clay mumbled, his head in his hands.

"you kissed george, and kept flirting with him, but you don't like him?" sapnap asked.

"it's not that i don't like him! i just..." clay stopped, "i like him, very much. gosh, it's so stupid how much i adore him, sap. but i don't know what phil will think, what you guys will think. being gay isn't bad but i don't know if people will accept me if i was."

"there's nothing wrong with being gay." sapnap responded, "and we'll surely accept you, but you need to tell george these things, you need to clear things up. george has been through too much shit, and he deserves a happy ending, he deserves love. but, he deserves a love that will never hide."

sapnap paused, "you deserve to take your time, but george also deserves to be out and open with his love."

"i am ready, i..." clay inhaled, trembling. "i love him, sap."

--

when george fell asleep, he wasn't seeing things from his point of view, sort of like when dream called techno to ask him for something; george was like a phantom. it has been a few months since their wedding and they've stayed lowkey. now, today was the day impius was to be killed. techno exited out of the house early in the morning, bumping into wilbur.

"where are you going?" wilbur asked.

"i'm going to do some errands." techno responded, short and straight to the point.

"okay, stay safe techno." wilbur smiled, and techno returned the gesture, ruffling wilbur's curls. he then walked to the barn, unleashing his horse and hopping on.

he took a hidden route and when he got to flavus, he stealthily climbed up to impius's bedroom, where the king was still asleep. techno covered the king's mouth and with a swift motion, slid his dagger through the king's throat, the man's eyes were wide open, gurgling blood as he stared up at his killer. and when he closed his eyes, techno rushed out of the room and hopped on his horse - riding back to dream's castle.

dream took pride in the way techno worked, he was clean, not a blotch of blood on his white clothes.

impius, with the last of his energy and life, brought his index finger toward his neck, and with his blood - drew a smiley face on his white sheets. a clear sign as to who killed him, his men would find out about this, and flora would find out about this - flora didn't love him, but he groomed her to be mindless and blind. after all, she didn't want to be a disappointment.

the king drilled into the princess's head that she was unwanted, that king dream rejected her when she was set up to marry him. impius took his daughter and shattered her, leaving a husk of a girl controlled by the ministers.

a maid entered impius's room, shouting out in shock upon seeing the king's corpse. guards rushed in and alerted the ministers of what had happened. flora walked in, still in her nightgown, and saw her father's dead body. she almost grinned, she was free, but when she heard the ministers' voices, flora lost all hope.

they took notice of the smiley face written in blood right beside the king's right hand.

"princess, it was from dream's kingdom." one of the ministers said.

"you need to take action." another one chimed in.

flora stared at the ground, her head filled with the ministers' demands, but she was snapped out of her daze when she heard the prime minister's remark.

"you truly are useless, flora."

her head snapped up, unexplained rage within her eyes, "as the princess of flavus, my order, is to lay low for awhile."

the prime minister's expression indicated that he was a little annoyed at flora's decree, they all had a distaste for dream's kingdom, because it was stronger than theirs.

"allow me to have a few days to think about the situation, and what we can do in retaliation. dream is strong, and we have to prepare." flora said coldly.

flora didn't have a dislike for dream, and she didn't want unnecessary wars to happen and innocent lives to be stripped away from husks and bodies, but, she is one forced smile away from wreaking havoc and taking the green king's prince as their own.

--

george was nudged awake, the rest of his dream was blurry, but what he picked up from it was that the lifetime where he belonged to dream? it didn't end well, and they probably won't have a happy ending in this one. george wanted to sob, to wail, to cry his heart out, but, he looked up and saw clay. darryl and zak brought him in, and the sight of clay brought him back to reality.

"hi." clay mumbled awkwardly. his hair was messy, eyes red and puffy.

"hello." george responded.

"i..." clay started, "i'm sorry."

clay kneeled infront of george, and george sat up. the blond took george's face in his hands, looking deep into the older's eyes, he brought his lips into george's, and as their lips were molded together, clay felt nothing but bliss.

he pulled away, staring at george again, "i love you too."

george smiled, small and sweet. "what are we, clay?"

clay didn't answer, and looked down instead. they weren't ready to talk about that yet, george really wants some clarification, but he doesn't want to scare clay away because he wants a label. but, by pushing it away, george is hurting himself.

even if it hurts, george would like to stay with clay a little longer.