Spellcatcher - Dreamnotfound

Fear

"Is everyone out to get us, or something?" 

George snorts sarcastically, biting his lip as his blue coloured shield is rained upon by bullets. Dream's attempt at humour is just as valiant.

"Apparently," George sighs, and his blue magic falters for barely a second before returning. "What's your game plan, Dream?" 

"Wh— My game plan?" Dream sputters, stomach flipping dramatically. 

George glances back at him, looking exasperated. "Well, yeah. I came up with the last one, it's—" He's cut off by more gunfire, hissing a swear under his breath as ocean hues are rained upon by shards of metal. "It's your turn now." 

Dream swallows hard, and George watches as his expression falters— From determined, to scared, to torn. 

"Come on, we don't have time." George hisses, glancing to Techno. "Is there a way we can get into the city without being suspicious or revealing the camp?" 

Dream exhales, drawing it out. "I'm not sure."

"I thought you were supposed to be good at thi—" George cuts himself off as another wave of bullets rains overhead, gritting his teeth against the force on his makeshift shield. "Fuck."

Dream runs his tongue over his teeth anxiously, thoughts running a mile a minute. "Okay, look. The plan seems to be targeting— Well, you and I. But, if Techno can distract some, we can guide the rest towards the city—"

"And hide." George murmurs, nodding a bit. "Since you know your way around this area." 

"Yeah," Dream breathes, soft and tender as he looks at George. "That." 

There's a pause, where even the sound of gunshots is blurred into nothingness. George's hand, still intertwined with Dream's, is pleasantly weighted. 

"Right. Come on." George mumbles, and the moment is over before Dream can say anything else. "Get to Techno. Don't worry about shields, I've got you covered, okay?" 

"Nice pun."

"Shut the fuck up."

Dream grins, and they both duck away from one another in perfect sync. George collides with a tree, pressing his back against it as his chest heaves. It takes a moment, through his dizzied state, to locate Dream through the chaos, but George's gaze fixes on him nonetheless. 

His fingertips twitch subtly at his side, and in an instant, Dream is covered and, more importantly, safe, beneath George's magic. It glows beneath his skin, flickering a few times but bright nonetheless. 

 George exhales a breath of relief, feeling the tree's bark prickle against his skin. He watches with bated breath as Dream locks eyes with Techno, murmuring something low. It only takes a split second before thick fog finds its way into George's vision, almost completely concealing the world around him. 

It's overwhelming. There's nothing George hates more than helplessness, being unaware of what will happen. 

"Dream!" He calls out desperately into the nothingness, everything going quiet. The gunshots stop— Humans don't dare fire, for fear of hitting one of their own. George feels like he's walking through water, feels like with every breath his lungs tighten as liquid flows into them— 

And then warmth seeps into his skin where hands brush over his arms. 

"Go," Dream hisses, grounding George. "The fog doesn't go too far, if you run a couple yards that way, you'll see the city and be able to get out." 

"And you?" George counters shakily, twisting to put his arms onto Dream's shoulders. The taller's mask is slightly askew, and he catches glimpses of tanned skin and blonde hair. "What do you expect to do? Your plan is flawed, dumbass."