Of Dragons and Dreams (Draumr Kopa/// Dreamnotfound)

Chapter 15

Notes:

Okay my friends we are really getting into it now! Plot plot and some angst, lets roll with the fantasy part of this fic and bring in some new and fun characters, plus dad!Eragon.
Enjoy :))

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Kiraka had awoken before dawn, muscles still sore from the longest nonstop flight of her life, watching Vindr's sides still rising and falling softly with sleep. The large purple dragon wasn't so intimidating like this, she thought with a chuckle, and gazed to the sky, regretting her inability to go for a flight from within the palace walls. This place wasn't built for dragons, though it could accommodate them, she sighed internally. The sky was just beginning to brighten, and she decided she had better wake the boys so they weren't found in any compromising situations. Although, she pondered, that would be rather hilarious, she had no wish to put her life partner through embarrassment of that degree. She reached out with her mind, gently nudging Dream's hazy consciousness. She felt him stir as she continued to prod "Wake up little one." He grumbled something, trying to push her out, but she calmly remained, saying "The sun is rising, and I think it'd be in your and the elf's best interest to be up and about before anyone comes to get you." She felt Dream's mind snap awake, and he apologetically conceded "You're right. Thank you." Satisfied, she laid her head back down, content to snooze until they had to fly again.

Dream rolled out of bed, body still a bit achy and skin chilled by the stone room, reluctantly getting ready for the treacherous day ahead. After he was dressed and as ready as he could be, he shook George awake, having let the elf sleep as long as he could. "Ugh," George had mumbled, trying to turn over to escape the day. Dream laughed to himself, but pulled George's shoulder back over so the elf laid on his back. George kept his eyes clamped shut, crossing his arms in a gesture that clearly stated his desire to be left alone. "George," Dream muttered lowly, "We have a King to negotiate with." George sighed, grumbling "No, don't want to," and Dream had raised an eyebrow, though he completely agreed. Sighing, he devised a plan, and leaned over the elf, whose eyes were still tightly shut.

Dream traced his lips over George's before kissing him gently, smiling a little as the apparently not-so-asleep elf kissed him back, sinking into the soft taste of Dream's mouth. Dream moved back a little, making George chase after him, propping his body up on his elbows to continue to kiss Dream. Dream let out a soft sigh, almost a moan, enough to keep George invested as he moved back a little more, getting the elf to sit upright. George had no idea what Dream was doing, pleasantly surprised by this gentle wake up alarm. He felt half asleep still, eyes closed and drunk on Dream's lips.He had enough presence to cross his legs in front of him and snake his hands around Dream's neck. That was exactly what Dream had wanted, hooking his own arms under George's shoulders and pulling him up and out of bed. George yelped in surprise, unseated suddenly from his comfortable position. He couldn't find it in him to care too much, as his lips were still locked with his taller partner's.

Dream relished their embrace for a little longer, melting into George's warm body, ever grateful that he could have this now, before he pulled away, smiling at the dazed and sleepy look on the elf's face. "You'd better get ready," he said quietly, placing one more gentle kiss on George's cheek. George sighed, knowing Dream was right. He detangled himself from his friend, stumbling through his morning routine as he gradually woke up. He strapped his violet sword tightly to his belt, the amethyst in the pommel glimmering with energy. He was glad he had spent so much time storing energy in it, as they would likely need it today.

The two only startled a little as a messenger boy knocked on the door some minutes later, bridging a tray of breakfast and an update. "The Queen wishes to depart in twenty minutes time," he said, trying to make his voice deeper and more important, though Dream could tell he was only about 12, his shaggy brown hair dusted around his face. "Thank you," Dream replied, accepting the tray "You have done very well this morning," he continued, complementing the boy with a polite nod. He could just make out the proud smile on the small face as he shut the door. He set the food down, grateful for the black tea that came with it. He sipped at the hot beverage as he watched Kiraka, whose scaled eyelids had drifted shut again.