George learns quickly along the way that Dream has a habit of telling awful jokes.
Truly, so very awful. And he tells them a lot.
When they're walking, he points out dumb things. When they're taking breaks, he laughs to himself with this stupid, cute little smile that George decides he very much dislikes.
And, of course, the jokes. Some of them are pokes at George himself ('Look, George, it's you!' He will say, pointing at the ice on the ground. 'Look, George, it's you!' George will parrot mockingly, because the blonde deserves it.) making the Magic scoff and roll his eyes. They're endless, it seems, popping into the blonde's head at the worst and best possible times.
George laughs at them anyway, of course, because when he does, Dream smiles in this smug, prideful way as if he's accomplished something wonderful. George thinks he quite likes when Dream smiles, despite everything, because it looks pretty on him.
Very, very pretty.
When he tells Dream this, though, the human simply smiles slightly sweeter, soft rosiness tinting his cheeks.
George looks away, because that's when the corners of his own lips tug upward.
The city grows ever closer.
George thinks he's starting to see flower buds along the road.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
The fear in Dream's voice became gradually more audible. George giggles softly as he gazed over the edge of the building at the city below, his fingertips running over the railing.
The sun is setting by the time they had made it to the city, perched atop one of the buildings' roofs closest to the edge of the area. Spread out in front of George is a city he knows all too well, bustling with people in a scramble to get home for the night.
George leans further over the railing, relaxing as his eyes flutter shut, simply enjoying the evening.
Sharp, chilly wind ruffled his hair, slipping along his skin and freezing his fingertips.
In a way, in was refreshing.
"Nah. But we'll be fine, Dream, don't worry. I know how to hide." The Magic replied as he scanned the streets.
The blonde scoffed, fixing his gaze determinedly on his feet. "Weren't you found?"
"After almost twenty years, sure. Plus, I'm still technically classified as 'captured.'" A pause where George seemed to think of what to say next. His voice went slightly softer. "Meaning we have time to run.. And I've fixed my mistakes, anyway."
"How so?" Dream covered up his surprise at the Magic's sudden vulnerability.
"None of your business, assassin."
"Oh, but it is— as your escort I should know your plans."
"'Escort.'" George mocks dryly with a roll of his eyes as he began to walk towards the rooftop exit. "You say this as if I need an escort— You're lucky I let you come along."
Dream could only scoff a soft 'Yeah, right,' hurrying to follow.
George hops down the ladder at the exit, relishing in the jolt it sends from his feet to his fingertips.
Dream is a little slower, taking his time to follow suit. "Why did we come up here?"
"I wanted to see exactly where we were and how busy it was. Plus, it was kind of nice."
The blonde rolls his eyes, mumbling 'Yeah, sure, nice' under his breath sarcastically. The Magic laughs.
"You didn't think so?" He teases, running his palm over the railing as he walks down the steps, a very discreet little skip to his step.
"No, I— You're a lot more confident here." Dream says, clearly changing the subject. George decides to give this to him anyway.
"It's a lot easier to be confident when you aren't trapped in a cell." He shrugs, opening the door to leave the building. It was empty inside, with the last remaining ribbons of sunlight lighting it up.
"Fair enough."
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It's nighttime, and George is still wide awake.
He'd been able to find a decent enough hotel room for the night despite the costly city prices, and Dream had fallen asleep almost instantly.
That was a relief, George supposes, because he definitely would not know what to do if both he and Dream happened to be awake.
Would he start a conversation? Would it be uncomfortable?
Or would they lay in silence, barely aware of one another's presence and the sweet warmth it gives?
George thinks he might've liked that last option, if it weren't for his mind, wide awake and buzzing with questions he isn't sure how to answer.
He supposes that's what lying awake in the middle of the night does to you.
It gets you thinking.
With Dream, things would be far more difficult. George had never had another person to deal with, really— Living on his own was just what he was used to, and now he had a whole other person to take care of.
And, to top it all off, said person was a human. A human.
George takes a deep breath, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal more darkness still, the ghostly outlines of the room just barely visible. It's peaceful, despite the unfamiliarity of the place. Nostalgic, in a strange, new sort of way.
In the mini kitchen, where there's a small counter with a dripping sink, George can see the bright green time on the microwave. It blinks periodically, and the Magic isn't particularly sure if the numbers displayed are exactly accurate, but he reads them anyway.
1:56.
George hums idly, distantly aware of how similar it sounds to the fridge's white noise. It's probably not cold inside, but he hasn't checked.
To his left, Dream lies asleep on the other bed. George can hear his breaths, almost inaudible, slow and soft.
Occasionally, George catches the sound of a car driving by, a lone growl in an ocean of silence.
It's calming, it's peaceful.
Everything in that moment, at— What, 2am?— was okay.
George can feel his thoughts begin to blur together, his eyelids becoming too heavy to keep from drooping.
He doesn't know what the future holds, he doesn't know if he'll make it out of this mess alive. He doesn't know if he'll save lives, or none at all.
But George refuses to worry about it, because there's no way he can know that.
And there's a comfort in that, a comfort in being calm.
A comfort in knowing, if not what will happen, what to do next.
And that, is to sleep.
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Spellcatcher - Dreamnotfound
FanfictionIn the midst of a century long war between fantasy and reality, George is one of the few remaining Magics left in the world, as well as one of the most powerful. Having been wanted for years, hiding in plain sight is his specialty- That is, until he...
