Georges thoughts

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A/N pls remember to vote if you enjoy :)

George's breath quickened from the calm and consistent rhythm he'd spent so long composing. he took a deep breath as the lava drained, slowly.

Too slowly.

It bothered him that both the love of his life and the man he hated most was standing on the other side of that wall of hot fiery liquid. And it bothered him even more when he saw dreams almost sinister like smile while approaching him.

"It's ok" George thought to himself.
"You're here to confront him."

His steps were steady and cautious. He tried to maintain his composure, but he hadn't seen dream in nearly a decade. It was a big deal, seeing the tall blonde man that he'd spent so much of his life quietly loving.

He'd put off visiting for so long because he couldn't stand the thought of the man he had become. The dreams he'd had every night and all the stories that had spread around about dream clawed at his brain. The thoughts stalked him and pinned George to the ground the same way he'd fantasised dream doing.

He couldn't stand it.

But eventually you have to stop running, and become the chaser. And that's exactly what George planned to do.

His almost rhythmic steps came to a stop as he stood staring at dream. He tried to seem completely opaque and neutral - unreadable - but there was nothing George found sexier than a man like dream and the scandalous grin he wore.

A/N not even 300 words in this chapter but I didn't wanna ramble on about George feeling sorry for himself🙄

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