Spellcatcher - Dreamnotfound

Leaving

George shifted his weight to lean back against the wood with a sigh. "So you're sure you want to join us?"

It's only a few minutes later, after the crowd dispersed and Wilbur had gone off to who knows where. 

Dream eyes him nervously for a moment, catching the subtle anxiety underneath his words before turning to Quackity and Bad, Skeppy, Karl— All of their friends. They've got a certain fire in their eyes, bright with the determination of a thousand days in hiding. 

"Yeah." Karl says, smiling a bit. "Duh." 

George exhales softly through his mouth, running a self-conscious hand through his hair.

Dream wants to hold it.

"Technically, for as long as Wilbur doesn't agree to this, it's treason." 

"'Treason.'" Quackity scoffs mockingly. "So long as this keeps up, Wilbur won't even have a damn group to lead. He thrives off of respect, not us being bound to him. We're pirates, George, not some damn kingdom." 

Bad nods a bit. "This whole thing has taken a lot of the respect people had for Wilbur and instead placed it on your shoulders. With that logic, you're our leader again." 

George snorts. "Yeah, no thanks."

Dream chuckles a bit, because things are looking up. 

Karl hums thoughtfully. "Either way, I think Wilbur will agree eventually. He's not stupid, really, just protective. He'll see reason." 

George's gaze is downcast. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, and Dream can see his anxious thoughts a mile away. Gently, he knocks their shoulders together.

"It's true. And, even if he doesn't, there's others out there," Dream says, fixing his gaze on George's as the brunet looks up. "Humans, Magics— Nobody wants anyone to die, especially if it puts them in danger." 

George watches him intently, hanging on to Dream's every word as if they're the only thing keeping him afloat, keeping him from drowning. 

"We're not going to be alone in this." Dream finishes, quiet, as if any sudden sound with send George teetering back into the depths of the waves. It's just them now, anything and anyone else drowned out by the crash of water on rocks. 

The Magic huffs out a soft laugh, eyes still darting between Dream's for a moment before he ducks his head, and the world clicks into motion once more. 

"Yeah." George murmurs, decidedly.

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Neither Dream nor George particularly wish to leave when their last day in the camp rolls around. Really, it's been long enough by now, and George has continuously been worrying about overstaying their welcome.

Dream, Karl, and Quackity tried to convince him there was no such thing, but the time had to come eventually. 

They pack their things (Which is, basically nothing.), and are bid farewell by the camp, pausing at the exit.

"Where are you headed, anyway?" Quackity asks when quiet settles.

George runs his tongue over his teeth. "You know that old site we hung out at a couple years back?" 

Karl hums thoughtfully. "I heard it's a proper town now. Human place, though, you're sure it won't be...?"

"No, that's the point. They've settled in a place that once was inhabited by Magics, and still could be, there's got to be some kind of..." George waves his hands in the air awkwardly, unsure of his next words.