Beauty In Death [DreamNotFound]

chapter eight

George knew they couldn't stay for long, resting against the tree trunks, hearts thumping in their chest, drowning in adrenaline.

Beads of sweat slowly raced down his forhead, seeping into the skin, shimmering on his brow bone. His disheveled hair curling at the ends, soaked in perspiration tickled at his eyebrows.

How many people died back there? George knew he needed to stop caring about the death toll if he wanted any chance of surviving but that doesn't stop the guilt from forming in the pit of his heart. Spiderwebs of possible realities flicker and die at the swipe of a sword, dismembereding their golden rays and bleeding black dust into future life times full of love and happiness, never to fade into existence.

If anything though, George was grateful that he didn't have to kill anyone and have Dream instead do it for him. Though sitting across from the serpent eyed man should feel terrifying, he felt a sense of comforting, knowing that Dream would most likely protect him as they had both made a mental decision to stick together.

He wasn't sure exactly how it happened that they ended up subconsciously staying together. It was probably the rush of running from the flood after sapnaps death, the water pushing them together. Though when George started drowning he wasn't sure that Dream would be there for him at all.

There seemed to be a distinct hesitation between running away from George to save his own life and diving into the water to rescue him.

George wasn't sure he even made the right decision.

But he wasn't about to waste Dreams sacrifice.

"Teach me how you do it." George's lips moved before his brain had even processed the words. It suprised the both of them, dreams head whipping up, coffee meeting emerald for a split second before he looked back down, staring at the dirt on the ground.

"Do what?"

"How you fight," the words were quick as if he was embarrassed to say them aloud, "I want to learn." George watched as the corner of Dreams mouth turned up in a smirk.

"No I don't think that's a good idea," his words were soft silk, but at the wrong angle, pierced his skin in a paper cut. George felt his cheeks fill with the blood of pomegranates, pooling warm heat into his face.

"Why not?" His eyes trailed down to the stone in Dreams hand, turning over and over, the same way his thoughts were pondering in his head. He didn't see a reason why he couldn't learn, it would assist in him not needing Dreams help in battles. He could learn to defend himself and increase his chance of survival.

Or maybe that was the exact reason Dream didn't want him to learn, simply for the fact that he might pick up on Dreams skills and out smart him. Dream couldn't deal with someone being better than him, the only person who seemed to come anywhere near the level of skill he aquired was the man George killed in the beginning, effectively whiping out most competition.

The stone continued to turn in the silence that they basked in, rotating in Dreams red palm. His fist clenched over the rock before throwing it into the woodlands around them and standing up on his feet.

"Pass me your bow and arrow then."

"What?" George was suprised that it was working but he was cautious enough not to hand over his weapons, he may be working with Dream but that didn't mean he trusted him.

"Well I'm not going to teach you sword work because you dont have one." He shrugged his shoulders like it was painstakingly obvious.

Reluctant to hand over his bow George spoke again, "I don't think-"