Spellcatcher - Dreamnotfound

Invisible

"So what are you really here for?"

Dream stumbles over his own steps while George fidgets uncomfortably.

They're walking down a long corridor when Sapnap says it, time flinching and coiling back around itself in surprise and dread. Cold marble tiles that click idly with each footstep, positively oozing with confidence George and Dream both know is utterly fake.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Sapnap—" Dream starts, his eyes flicking to anywhere Sapnap isn't: The large windows that let cold white light filter through, the high ceilings lined with arches— Anything, really.

The raven haired boy scoffs. "I think you do, buddy, you've been acting jumpy ever since I joined you on your—" He narrows his eyes at George. "Stroll."

Dream coughs loudly while George struggles to keep himself from crumbling under Sapnap's stern gaze.

"I told you already, the Magic just needs to be interrogated or something." Dream defends, swallowing a near crack in his tone. He begins to start walking again, but Sapnap isn't letting go so quickly.

George scurries after the two as Sapnap jogs a few paces to catch up with Dream's suddenly brisk pace, his own steps a beat behind the others'.

"Don't tell me you're lying." Sapnap whines, slightly dramatically (To which George rolls his eyes.).

Dream huffs, only quickening his pace. His next words are as curt and brisk as his steps: "Look, if I knew more than this, I would tell you. You know that."

Sapnap's eyes darken with an uncharacteristically serious expression. 

"Would you?" He asks, and at his delicately wistful tone, George suddenly feels as if he's intruding on something far more personal than the two friends seem to be letting on.

Dream doesn't reply.

George glances at Sapnap.

The raven haired boy has such an honest hurt in his eyes eyes as Dream pointedly looks away from him, his eyebrows scrunched in genuine thought and worry.

The Magic rolls his eyes.

Who would've thought a cage would make him so soft?

"We're breaking into an assassin's meeting." He says as casually as he can, even bothering to throw in a nonchalant glance to the window.

Dream stares at the Magic for a moment, utterly bewildered, while Sapnap stumbles over his feet. 

And then:

"George!"

"What?!"

Dream and Sapnap speak at the same time, and George huffs. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

"No, you really don't—" Dream begins desperately.

"Yes, you do! What the fuck?" Sapnap cuts him off. "You're actually planning to break into a meeting?"

George only nods curtly. 

Sapnap looks at Dream, who shifts guiltily from foot to foot, shadows dancing over his skin as he moves. "Yeah."

The silence that follows is filled by glares and awkward expressions that say more than words can.

Finally, Sapnap huffs in defeat. "Okay, fine. But it's not going to be easy."

"No shit."

"My point is, you're going to need help."

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George slumped against the wall in frustration. 

Sapnap glared at him, while Dream chuckled nervously. "Guys, it's really not that big of a deal—" 

"Are you joking?" Sapnap snapped at the blonde, who raised his hands in mock surrender. The assassin inhales slowly to calm himself. "This guy is the most powerful Magic alive, and he can't cast a light spell?"

George straightens suddenly— he'd taken offense to that, because excuse me, you're not the all powerful Magic, are you? 

"It's not 'just a light spell!' Making someone invisible is a trick of the light, and it takes more effort than you've probably put into— Anything!" The brunet hisses, waving his hands around in an attempt to get his point across. 

"It won't even be for long! Five minutes, tops," Sapnap huffs. "It's our best chance— No way am I climbing into vents like we're in some cliche action movie. Of course, if you have any better ideas, I'm all ears!"

George opens his mouth to spit something snarky in return, when he feels Dream's gaze on him.

"George, he's not wrong— What else are we going to do?" The taller's voice is careful but smooth, and George can feel it carefully unraveling his tightly bound argument. 

There's a long pause, which George, naturally, spends glaring at the other two. But he drops his crossed arms in defeat.

"Okay, fine, but—" George glances at Sapnap. "Five minutes tops."

Dream and Sapnap practically light up, exchanging grins and a high five. George rolls his eyes.

Then, Dream pauses. "Why only five minutes?" He questions carefully, genuine curiosity just barely audible in his voice.

"It's going to tire me out a ton." George mumbles, an almost shy splash of emotion in his eyes. It disappears quickly, though, replaced by a more determined spark. "Do you want me to cast the spell or not?" 

Dream hesitates before stepping forward so they stand parallel to one another. George clicks his tongue idly, drawing careful tendrils of magic from his core, eyes fluttering tiredly. 

Power surges from his soul to his veins, running through his blood and burning bright with adrenaline. 

With one hand, he rests the tips of his fingers on the back of Dream's hand, sending waves of magic towards the human like a warm breeze. There's an almost twisted satisfaction in the way the wind washes over George like ice water on a burn, painful but soothing all at the same time. 

The taller blinks in surprise as the blue tinted magic seeps into his skin, pouring into his veins and drawing a shudder from his body.

The place where fingertips brush skin tingles abnormally before it, for lack of better word, disappears.

The transparent patch flows over Dream's skin, slow and warm like maple syrup. Slowly, but steadily, the blonde completely fades, the only indication of his existence a ripple in the air as he moves.

"Holy shit." Breathes Dream from— Wherever he could be— stretching his fingers in amazement.

"Holy shit is right." Murmurs Sapnap, almost as awestruck as Dream seems to be.

George's eyebrows scrunch in concentration, and he slumps weakly against the wall. "Hurry up." He mumbles, far too drained to come up with anything snarky to say. 

Sapnap casts a slightly worried glance in George's direction, while it can only be assumed Dream does the same. 

George is quick as he ticks a few warnings off on his fingers (Mostly because Dream had promptly walked into a wall, making both boys yelp in pain.): "Don't touch anything, don't say anything, and be careful."

And with that, as George practically crumpled to the floor in exhaustion, Dream slipped into the meeting room.

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