Sunsets, Whenever.

Chapter Seventeen

-17-

The night gets cold, and the frigid air ran to the slight opening in the window. Up in the skies, the purple color was laid like a carpet in the atmosphere, with stars twinkling out of rhythm but still have the consistent happiness they usually have. And the moon, in its full brightness, lightens the streets, the walls, the water, and the cotton clouds beside him.

George would shrug to the quilt tighter, as the biting wind enters the opening in the window, but he didn't. Instead, he opens his eyes but not planned to move. The wind may be too cold for him for this time, but it also added as a glint of orange light passes through his eyelids.

He winked his eyes for some time until he adjusts his vision. A lamp shone on top of Dream's study table, and also the owner itself was there, sitting. He's looking at a canvass closer and gently stroking a thin brush to some part like in a middle. Then, he would be back again, mixing some colors in the palette till he can make the perfect gradient.

George watched him. He stared at the focus and concentration while his mixing those colors, and his face while gliding that brush gently. He will watch his face as the lighting from the lamp illuminates him like a mysterious man-a mysterious, handsome man.

Somehow, Dream never caught a glimpse of George spying on him, and George just smiled.

George just started to shrug as he felt the wind dampens his face. He looked at the window and watched the glint of moonshine passing through the windows, and the starry night sky like the late midnight.

"Why are you awake?" Dream asked as he noticed George shrugging and eyes open-looking at him.

After been caught, George hasn't felt a single embarrassment, cause you know, they're boyfriends now.

"I am the one that would ask that question first," George continued, in a morning lousy voice, that already his flaw from the future. "It's like midnight?"

"Well I'm sort of busy" Dream yawned, and George knew how bad his boyfriend was tired.

"You can continue that painting tomorrow, there's still a lot of time," George said and also yawned.

"I don't want to have a wrecked up schedule," Dream complaint, but still have the smile because of George's appearance. "I hope I can finish this a day after the festival,"

"Ohh," said George. "When is the festival?"

"Haven't I told you, it's the day after tomorrow,"

"Ohh," he said again. "And what are you painting?"

"Remember the person that comes here when I am out in the city?" Dream said those words excitingly, and that tone intimidates George.

"Oh, who?" George rolled his eyes, cause he never wanted to think of that guy again.

"Schlatt!"

"Oh yeah, I remember" George tried to sound amazed, but yet he can't hide the bitter expression on his face...

Schlatt, what a brand name for a piece of shit.

"Come over, let me show you the painting of him," Dream sounded like a kid whose excited to show for some of his awards. But despite his clinginess, he can see the desperation and attention in Dream's eyes.

"I'm so lazy to get up," George lazily answered, and that was true. But he's not avoiding the young virtuoso, he just only doesn't want to watch a mere shadow of that guy if he doesn't want to make his nerves twist.

"Come on, you should be supportive. I'm now you're boyfriend."

But George can't resist that sweet tone of him. He only smiled, cause he is not doing this for Schlatt, but instead for the one he labeled as his boyfriend.

"Okay," George removes the quilt covering the quarter of his body and he revealed his pajamas.

"Well, is it good?"

George stared at the painting he's looking at. He's was stunned-for a moment-or a second or two. No matter how he hated that person behind the canvass, he loves the style and stroked in it. The combination, the hues, the gradients, there it shows-all.

But the one that stopped him in Schlatt. Like how his full body was shown that as tall as the grandfather's clock. His smirk- a signature smirk-a deadly, intimidating signature smirk that he'd shown on that day he continued spitting facts right in front of his face.

"Is something wrong? Is it bad?"

George stood frozen remembering those days. "No Dream, it's perfect"

"I can sense the hesitance on your statements, George" Dream looked at George. "I can feel the burden, is something wrong,"

"Nothing," a simple answer, but George just gave one action that signifies it all. And it is his Scorpio stare.

As he can feel anything, Dream starts to explain. "I know Schlatt for a while, and I know he's such a negative person. But I know he is a good person from one of his sides. One day you'll just realize something he says is true or let's say reality, but sometimes I hate him for spouting those negative ideas,"

"Why George, did he became rude to you?"

"No, he's not" again a simple answer.

Dream stood up and places his brush below the canvass. He removes his chair and went behind George, and there he attacked a hug.

"Tell something that you're struggling with George. Tell me your problems, tell me your pain. I'll do my job-as your boyfriend,"

"I will protect you, George Davidson. I love you,"

George's chest rose and his heart start to beat fast and sink in. Ans there again his mind would shriek and scream. But all he had done is to smile.

"I love you too, Dream"

Dream lets go of his embrace, looking at George again. "I think you should not call me Dream anymore, Call me Clay."

George also met Dream's glance "What a rule, but I'll consider."

"Well then, good night Clay,"

"You're sleeping?" Dream asked, returning to the chair as he starts to work again.

"Yes I am, it's late midnight." George looked at the night sky in the window again. "And I think you should come too, Clay"

"I will, just let me finish this part." Clay holds his brush again and starts mixing colors in his palette.

"Don't be late..."

And as the best night that happened between Clay and George, another memory was born and they hope that won't vanish.

There George would return to bed and tuck to the quilts and closed his eyes, and outside the vintage windows-it started to rain.

A/N

Guys, no hate for Schlatt, please. This is just fanfiction and I put him on the antagonist list cause he had an intimidating profile. And he is my favorite villain in the Dream SMP.

So guys I hope you can understand, the conversation and thinking inside George's head was there to impose the hue and flavor of how much he hated him (in the fanfic)