pretty boy (this was not okay.)

chapter 11 ༄

"How many beds are in one room?" Dream questioned as he unlocked the door, slowly taking the rusty key out of the hole, George shrugged. "Two? That'll be enough."

The door opened to reveal a small corridor. Curiously they all walked in, taking off their shoes- although Dream and George needed a little help with it- and scanned the area.
"This isn't that bad, considering we got it for free." Dream hummed, walking over to a large window and looking down at the road below.
"Oh yeah. It's not too small either." Minx let out a wide grin as she strolled over to a little cupboard and checking what was inside. George too, looked around the place, scouring the small lounge area as he made his way to the other room. The bedroom.

"You have got to be kidding me." George let out a large groan as he slowly opened the door and peered inside.
"What? What is it?" Dream hopped over and stood beside George.
"Look."
Dream peered inside and looked around widely, expecting something to jump out at him. "What?"

"There's only one bed."
"And?"

The three looked at eachother, not quite sure what to say next.
"I ain't sleeping with either you two." Minx muttered lighting the oil lamp and opening up a few windows to let the breeze in through the stuffy room. Dream and George turned to one another before Dream went over and sat on the bed. "Alright then. You can share with me, George." He patted the bed next to him, suggesting him to sit down next to him.
"Is there anywhere else I can sleep?" George span around, looking over to Minx who was now laying on the sofa. "What? First time sleeping with a guy? I won't try anything, dipshit." Dream teased as George turned back to face him. "I know you that but-"

A small gleam lit up in Dreams eye. "You nervous?" He whispered. George's eyes glared daggers as he met his, "No.." He spoke, walking over to the bed and sitting on the opposite side to him. "I'll put a something between us.. Like a pillow." George spoke, darting around the room to find a spare pillow. Dream let out a low chuckle. "You can use own pillow. I doubt there's a spare one." He spoke warning a glare from the boy.
To George's disappointment, there was no pillow in sight.

"Then it's settled." Dream smirked taking off his jacket and putting the blanket over him. "I'm exhausted." He yawned turning over to face George taking off his jacket too.
"Less talking, more sleeping." He sighed getting into bed next to him.
"Goodnight you two~" A voice rang through the bedroom in which they both replied "Goodnight," back.

A loud silence followed as the darkness of the room flooded George's eyes. He laid there still, worrying that any small movement would be enough to wake up the sleeping prince next to him.

The distance tick of the clock in the lounge area was more persistent now everything was silent. George noticed moons rays poured in the through the spaces in the curtains, causing the room to glow slightly. His eyes darted over to the prince, watching his chest slowly rise and fall to the sound of his breathing, George quickly turned back of course- trying to think of something to distract his mind.

"You awake?" A hush whisper came from beside him, George turned around suddenly and saw Dream laying there, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling. "I am." He replied, causing the boys eyes to look over to him.
"Somethings been bothering me ever since we ran after you." Dream sighed as George shuffled a little. "That is?"

"Why did you run away again?" He asked causing George to took sharp breath in, he studied the boys facial expression, it wasn't upset nor angry. "I'll tell you in the morning." But Dream still didn't move his gaze from the boy, he crept closer as he laid his head close to George's. "Your majesty wha-"
"Do you really hate me that much?" Dream questioned causing George's eyes to widen at the sudden question.
"No! That's not it all." He protested, sitting up and shaking his head. Dream slowly sat up too, not taking his eyes off of George.
"You sure?" He questioned again in which George nodded.
"I'm very sure."

"You know- you can just say when you want to leave. I'm not holding you captive. Bad has done some digging and found out you're innocent- so- if you don't like it here you can go." Dream stared into George's eyes, his hand creeping nearer to his.
"I want to stay." George spoke firmly as Dreams fingertips brushed his own. "Do you want me to stay?"
Dreams mouth tugged into a small smile. "I want you to be happy."
George peered down at his hand as Dream pulled away and began to lay back down again.
"Goodnight, princess." The boy spoke, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

That morning the three began their journey back home, saying it was a struggle would be an understatement but at long last they made it to the gates of the castle and down the corridors to Niki.
Mind approached a small door. "Stay out here, George. I'm just grabbing Dream some crutches and you a bandage or something-." He looked over to Dream sitting on a couch by the window, resting his sore leg.
"Got it."

Minx smiled at the boy before shutting the door, leaving George standing out in the corridor.
He peered up at the detail on the ceiling, small silhouettes of stone angels hung above him, peering down at his every move. It was comforting to say the least.
George felt a harsh nudge on his shoulder as he stepped backwards to admire the ceiling more.
"Goodness me-"

George span around alarmed, to see an older man laying on the floor.

"Sweet Arleigh- I'm so sorry." George began squatting down and picking up a few books the man was previously holding. The man looked up at the boy and gave a bewildered look.

"George Davidson.." He breathed out as the boy looked back at him. George raised an eyebrow and helped the man up. "How did you know my name-" He began as the man soon began to smile, he opened his mouth to say another thing before peering over George's shoulder. "I must be going, but please remember George. Remember the moon." With that the man in robes whisked away down the corridor and towards the garden.

"What in the-"
"George!! Get Dream over here." Minx came back carrying wooden crutches. George dazedly looked around before shuffling over to the prince and helping him up.
"Who was that guy?" George spoke
up once Dream was firmly gripping the crutches. "What guy?" He questioned, George turned to where he disappeared to. "He had this green and white hat bucket hat- and- this sorta long blonde hair-"

"Ahh Phil." Minx and Dream both nodded, beginning to pick up the pace again. "Whose Phil?"

"Think of Phil as a sort of... Wizard. He barely comes out of his tower, I bet Niki is there now." Dream spoke, stumbling his way through the corridor and towards the back of the castle. "So why did he say something about a moon?-" George questioned before noticing Karl walk over to them from upon the stairs.
"Did he come into contact with you?" Minx questioned, in which George nodded slowly. "He can see bits of your future from just touching you." She smiled as Karl stood beside the three. George quickly began to apply the bandage around his arm and shoulder to support as Karl began to speak.
"Minx, the princess needs you to help her in her sleeping quarters- something about a dress?" Karl spoke whilst Minx sighed. "Isn't Eret the own for that job?" Karl nodded in response. "They're busy."
"Take me there then." She slouched, "I'll catch you later, George and Dream."
The pair waved goodbye as they disappeared up the staircase again.
"I didn't know you had a sister.." George breathed out as they began to walk again. "Who? Drista?" Dream questioned looking over to George.
"Well- yeah."
"She doesn't like going outside the palace often. She only joins us for big events because she has to." Dream explained, George nodded in response as they made it to a small cobble path leading to a tall, slim tower with a purple roof.
"This is it?" George questioned, noticing the moss stretching across the bottom of it. "Yup."

A large oak door stood at the bottom, with his okay arm George latched onto the cold knob and pulled it open.
It was dark inside, but he could barely make out the beginning to a tall spiral stair case that lead up to the top of the tower.
"How are you going to get up here?" George asked as the walked inside, the large door slammed shut behind them. "I'll manage."

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so i started watching The Owl House and it is so fun like wtaf
hejahsjs i'm only on episode 4 but i love it
also it's like real hot in the UK right now- we're experiencing a heat wave *wink nudge nudge* 👩‍🦯