Heartbeat // dreamnotfound

7- Conversations

George Pov
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Bonk

George woke up to the sound of something crashing to the floor in the hallway outside his room, along with some indistinguishable mumbling and swearing.

It was still dark outside. Probably around 3am, judging by the bright moon, still casting its bluish light on the treetops. Causing vast shadows to spread their spooky ambience over the castle grounds.

Without a thought, he decided to get out of bed to check what it was. He knew he'd be too curious to fall asleep again anyway.

He quickly put on a shirt and some pants with suspenders that his parents never let him wear in public with the reasoning that it wasn't what "royals wore". He had sowed them secretly to pass time because he was tired of the ugly outfits he always had to wear and at least wanted something more casual when he was alone.

When exiting his room with quiet steps, he found a figure kneeled down on the ground, desperately trying to put the pieces back together from a formerly beautiful vase on a dresser. Failing completely, of course, but it was entertaining to see them try so hard anyway.

They didn't seem to notice him standing there, too caught up in their unnecessary worrying about a stupid vase. It wasn't hard to figure out who it was, only someone who didn't live there would be so worried about breaking it.

"That was my mother's favorite vase, you know?" he said with a sarcasm the other hilariously didn't seem to catch.

He turned around to face George, cutting his hand on a sliver from the vase in the process.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "You scared me."

George scoffed. "Your fault for wandering around this place like a rat. And no need to swear at me, you're honestly quite rude for my liking."

Clay snorted, looking a bit shaken up for some reason. His voice was more unsteady than usual, and he seemed to avoid eye contact. He was never like this during their first encounter, weird. It looked funny, though.

With a shaky voice but a still equally confident attitude trying to hide it, he answered; "Who said I cared about what is your liking or not? Also, I don't think it's fair for someone to sneak up on a person like a ghost and then blame them for being rude. Why are you even here, anyway?"

"Why are you here? Breaking my belongings as if it wasn't enough to barge into my home." He smiled. Bullying Clay for absolutely no reason was fun just to get his reaction.

"I asked first. And I thought it was your mother's vase."

George rolled his eyes. "I obviously came here because of the noise. And she gave it to me for my birthday once because I told her I loved roses by accident, so she painted a vase with roses for me. She had decorated the dining room with them and I didn't want to make her sad by calling it ugly, even though they're too brown for my taste. I prefer delphiniums, much more vibrant and beautiful by the color."

Clay looked surprised. "You don't like roses? They're my favorite flower." He shrugged. "Guess I'll have to remember to get you delphiniums, then." He then quickly added; "As an apology for the vase."

The thought of Clay getting him flowers gave George butterflies, but he ignored it.

"And I guess I'll have to get you roses, then." he responded with a smile.

Clay shaked his head. "No, you don't owe me anything. I'm the one who sneaked around your castle and broke your belongings. And on top of that, I was so rude to you, remember?"