george coughed expectantly from down on the ground, his eyes watching the man on the balcony who was stroking a moth gently.
the man looked up, his eyes almost luminescent in the growing darkness.
'what.'
the man didn't like to talk much. he thought that words were a privilege that should be treated as such.
he could already tell that george was the opposite.
'you didn't say your name.'
the man kept his eyes trained on edyta. he didn't even glance in george's direction.
'dream.'
the words danced from his mouth, blown by the breeze as they flickered between the realms of understanding and not.
george was clearly in the second one.
'what.'
his voice was tiresome, it bothered the man greatly.
'my name.'
'your name is dream? that's not a name.'
he sighed a deep sigh, as he finally looked up from the moth perched on his finger.
'well it is george or i wouldn't be here.'
the man could tell that george was blushing without even looking. the british boy was rather predictable.
'why were you crying.'
he spoke again, this was rare, he felt like he had already used up all his words on the curious boy standing below him.
'they kicked me out.'
'why.'
'because i'm gay.'
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never before now ~ dnf
Fanfictiondream just wants to get high on his balcony. he wants to escape reality, leave his life behind. but the boy from the next house over has other plans.
