I'm not gonna lie I was playing MC and chilling w/ my friends.
Dream had slowly picked up things about George. George mostly did restoration magic, rarely doing any destruction or conjuration. He enjoyed brewing potions and when he was pissed he would grow horns and mushrooms from his head.
"I found these, I thought you would enjoy eating something other than stew or toast."
George whispered. Dream looked up from his book and stared at George's hands. An apple sat in the fairee's hand, shimmering with a gold tint.
"Thanks. Where did you find that?"
Dream asked.
"The city."
George said quietly. Dream frowned. George walked to the kitchen and pulled carrots out of his bag. He started cutting them.
"I know you want to go home."
George mumbled. Dream whipped his head towards George.
"That's not it."
Dream quickly declared. George picked up the fish that sat on a different board before slicing it with competence.
"I was thinking maybe we could go back to the city, for the spring carnival."
George explained.
"No it's that, I want to go outside. I'm sick of being stuck inside the fence."
Dream argued. George looked at Dream sympathetic.
"The first night you couldn't even sleep. I just, I don't...I don't know."
George stuttered. Dream gritted his teeth and huffed.
"Yeah. I can't defend myself even though I'm 2 feet taller than you, and I have a sword."
Dream shouted. George flinched at the sudden outburst.
"You won't let me go out because I can't fight phantoms even though you can't either. They just avoid you! You've never had to fight them!"
Dream snapped.
"Dream please I'm not against it! I just don't know..."
George pleaded. Dream scoffed and sat back down. The fairee slid the carrots into the boiling soup and put the fish into the heated pan.
"Tonight, do you want to go out into the forest?"
George asked. Dream looked at him with surprise.
"Yeah."
Dream responded.
George placed down their two bowls and two plates of fish.
The gate creaked and Dream stepped outside with his. He heard shrill scream of what sounded like his name.
"It's the phantoms."
George reminded. He followed Dream, looking behind the rows of fir and pine trees the were growing along the path to the lake. The whispering was louder, and it was all around Dream, it felt like it was in his head, tearing at his stability. Dream turned around to see George had stopped on the path to pick some berries growing on a fern. He felt anxious, pulling his sword out his sheath.
"George we don't have time fo-"
He felt something push him to the floor, shrieking his name, dripping with hunger.
"Dream!"
Dream was on the ground, staring into the soulless eyes of a phantom, it's melting face leaking onto Dream's blouse. It swung it's four clawed arms before mauling Dream's chest.
Dream woke up inside the hut. No George. No food. No sound. He was wearing his pants and his chest was bandaged. The house was empty. There was no cooking fire blazing, frogs creaking outside or wind swaying the trees.
"George?"
Dream called out. Nothing. He sat up and got off the cot.
"George?!"
He shouted. He walked out the hut.
"GEORGE?!"
He scream with panic. Nothing. No birds were singing and it was the crack of dawn. The blonde walked to the gate that lead to the forest. It was the only thing that separated the hut and the forest. He turned back and looked at the two mushroom golems. They were silent and still, staring with eerie serenity. It was so unsettling, he was getting clawed to death by a phantom and then woke up in a cot. George must've put him there... so where was he? Dream caught a glimpse of a rag doll body laying on the side of the hut.
"George!"
Dream ran to the limp body. Blood. The fairer brunette was covered in scratch marks, seemingly asleep.
Hours. The fairee hadn't moved. The blonde moved him into the cot before making toast with blackberry jam. Dream began to worry, checking the pulse and feeling something, and then leaving to distract himself. He started feeding the golems. He placed the bucket down and stared at George. His stomach was full with muddled guilt and laced with anger. Towards himself. George's eyes fluttered open and he tilted his head towards Dream. Dream smiled and grabbed George's hand. George scowled and slapped Dream in the face.
"I can't believe you! I almost died, all because you froze up when you saw me picking up berries. The phantom jumped you and when I teleported you home your blood got on my hands. The phantom nearly killed me and if you didn't let go of your sword I would've been fucked over!"
George screamed while getting up to continue feeding his golems. Dream frowned.
"But I'm happy you're safe. If you had died I don't know what I would've done."
George whispered.
"What does the mean?"
Dream asked without thinking. George's face simmered.
"I-I, what do you think it means?"
George stuttered. Dream shrugged, kicking a pebble into the dirt. George let out a hmph before placing down the bucket and staring a Dream.
"Plus you said that you could defend yourself! You said that you had a sword and you knew how to use-"
Dream pressed his mouth on George's and placed his hand on his cheek. George gasped.
"I think you meant that you were worried and if I had died you would be grieving over my body."
Dream retorted.
"O-Oh yeah? And why's that?"
George failed to sound confident, shook by Dream's audacious action.
"Because you love me."
