Actions and Consequences

watch and learn

(a/n- in case you guys think i proof red these, I don't. have a nice day)

George thought he was slick enough to think that Dream didn't notice him staring while he was training. The man was a killer, a slick one at that, for god's sake of course he would realize if there's a pair of eyes on him. There wasn't only a small piece of Dream's face showing that kept George reeled in, George was also fasciated by the way the easy have looking weapon was able to move so swiftly and look sick as fuck while in the process. 

This is obviously the point George knew he waned this, and boy did he want it bad. 

Dream was about finishing his training for there day now, so he pulled down his mask to cover up the small part of his mouth and walked towards the building. Quickly George tried scurrying out of the kitchen, trying not to be seen, completely forgetting about the fact he was in the kitchen to make breakfast. He needed to think of something quick and easy that could cover for him if Dream asks him what he was doing this morning.

Getting into his bedroom he quickly shut the door and panicked trying to find something. His eyes seemed to dart over to a medium sized black desk that was in a corner along the wall. There were some sets of drawers and a can of pencils and pens. 

George went as fast as he could going through all the drawers until he came across one with paper. He thought it was perfect since Dream could come in and George could just say he's been drawing. Obviously not focusing on school, George could focus on things that were of interest to him like drawing or reading. In fact, he was a skilled artist for someone who was self-taught. 

By the time Dream arrived into the kitchen, he noticed George wasn't there. Even though he knew where George was, he applauded him for the effort. 

The blonde walked to the weapon room to drop off his training items and then decided to pay the other a visit. Something intrigued him about being watched while he was in his element on skill, especially since the person watching him is a soon to be killer alongside himself. 

Approaching George's room he knocked on the door and heard a small, muffled "come in" from the other side of the wall. He opened the door and his eyes were drawn to the brunette sitting on the desk drawing. However, not wanting to get distracted, he got straight to the point and asked:

"So Georgie, why were you watching me train, hm?" George went pale after the words left his mouth since he thought he got away. George looked up to look at the masked man leaning against the doorway. "Oh I just happened to see you out there as I was making breakfast no big deal." "Well then why did you make such an effort to get away when I was walking in?" Now this was a question George couldn't answer. The truth was, he liked the way the weapons moved, how dangerous yet graceful as they swung through the air. The clashing of the metal as 2 swords went against one another, or the wind following the arrows as they got shot. 

George wasn't just fond of the weapons, he wanted to learn the way of the weapons. To be able to execute these movements at the flick of the wrist. 

He wanted to be right up there with Dream. 

:notes:

HEY EVERYONE. 

i don't actually know if people read these but anyways cool?

Love you, 

-dramatic