Beauty In Death [DreamNotFound]

chapter two

The walk across the terrain put a heavy strain on George's already weak muscles.

The sky above their heads had been bathed in darkness, stars flicked across the sky like a Jackson Pollack painting, immiting a blue glow. A light zephyr stroked at George's rosey cheeks as they wandered further into the maze of trees. George wasn't sure if this Dream guy was even telling the truth, either way, his most likely fate was death.

Leaves crunched under the pair's boots as they slowed their footsteps and came to a stop in front of a large pile of overgrown branches. Only the sound of birds chirping in the distance and their clammy breaths reasounded against George's ear drums.

He turned to look at the man standing beside him when they reached down and pulled a few of the branches to the side revealing a small, dimly lit cave. George noticed the way his chest expanded with an intake of breath before climbing through the opening and into the mouth of the hole beneath. After Dreams fair fingers disappeared from view, George took it upon himself to follow him down.

Clasping his fingers around the splintering bark, he stepped over the threshold and onto a small amount of mud on the other side of the entrance. Pulling the rest of his body through, he made sure to cover up the hole he had just ventured through, so that no one would be able to trace them here. If there was one thing George was good at, it was covering his tracks.

A cold hand suddenly gripped his ankle.

Yelping, he stumbled backwards ripping his foot out of the iron grasp and fell onto his behind, lathering it with mud.

"Relax kid," that same honey voice from before whispered, "I'm only trying to help you down, no need to be scared."

George plied open his eyes, he hadn't realised he had sealed and looked down on the green eyed man a few meters bellow him. It was quite the drop for a small guy like him, though George wouldn't admit it, height was his biggest insecurity.

Dreams hand reattached itself to George's skinny ankle and pulled him towards the edge before moving his grip onto his waist. George felt his cheeks pool with heat as Dream placed himself between his legs, ready to help him down.

Hesitantly, George brought his own hands to Dreams firm shoulders and let him lift his weight down from the edge. Landing on his own two feet, all George could focus on was Dreams cold hands trailing down his sides before indenting his fingers into his hips to hold him steady. Oh how he was embarrassed to hardly be able to balance on his own two feet.

Realizing their proximity, George stumbled away from the man and took in his surroundings. A dome roof was thatched over their heads, covered in wet mud and branches, these trailed down to the bare walls and was even consistent across the floor. The only form of light was coming from a flickering fire up ahead where a figure was formally sat at, only he seemed to be walking his way now.

"You okay man?" A second voice questioned, "you look like you've seen a ghost."

"He's just shy," Dream replied sharply, "give him a break Nick."

Nick. There was someone else here. Snapping out of his trance, George stumbled backwards, "You never said there would be anyone else here!" He managed to croak out.

Muffled laughter came from the second man for he was hiding his mouth behind a dirty hand. "He wanted some alone time with you dream!" He giggled, turning around and heading back to the fire after dream shot him an ugly look which would shut anyone in their right mind up in an instant.

Dream moved over to George and placing a hand on the small of his back, directed him towards the fire. "George this is Nick," he gestured between the two, "Nick this is George." Sighing as if he had been at a long day at work, Dream walked towards the second log placed around the fire, clearly in some form of seating arrangement.