pretty boy (this was not okay.)

chapter 16 ༄

With the clang of the wood hitting the deck, the ship had finally docked. "Fundy! Grab that rope, don't forget to bring that barrel too." The captains voice boomed over the deck, pointing at various things. "Yes captain!" Fundy saluted, grabbing the torn up rope and the battered barrel. Puffy smiled to herself watching as many people rushed around in chaos. "Captain, shall we bring the rum on the first carriage or second?" Punz, another crew mate, asked hoisting a large wooden barrel of rum. "Second one if you so please."

"Everyone hurry up! We don't have time to waste." Puffy announced, grabbing a chest full of treasures and dragging it down to the main land. She took a big breath in, smelling the liveliness of the markets. With the taste of sea salt on her tongue and the wind through her hair she knew it was ready to return home. She longed for the life at sea but her people needed her, her son needed her.

The loud chime of the bell shouted through the air, signalling for everyone to get off the ship and get ready to return home, hats flew in the air in delight as the crowd dispersed until there were only a few people people left.
"Fundy, are you still accompanying me to the feast tonight?" Puffy smiled as she sat down in a wooden carriage. "Yes, captain. I've got to make a stop at home first, see ya~" Fundy waved as he trotted along down the road.
The queen chuckled to herself and took off her hat, laying it delicately beside her. "Start the carriage."

George sat upon the crumbling, wooden fence waiting for Dream to arrive. Their little sword battle should be starting soon. Although George's talents didn't lie within sword fighting, he still had learned a few tricks up his sleeve. He guessed it was only fair that they fought with swords since they had already had a composition in archery and Dream got beaten pretty bad.
"Sorry if i kept you waiting." The familiar voice spoke in the distance, George turned around and smiled. "Scared, were you?" He teased as Dream hopped the fence.
"Never."
George watched as Dream took off his forest-green cape, revealing four silver swords.
"I had to sneak these out of the armoury, Antfrost wouldn't let me take them." Dream spoke, throwing them onto the floor.
"Shouldn't you be more careful then? What if we shatter one?" George sighed, looking down at the carefully carved handles that the swords had.
"You worry too much, princess." Dream nudges, grabbing the sword closest to George. It was the one George saw that day he saved him from the guards.
Dream seemed to notice George's stare on him. "Remember this one then, eh?" Dream spoke, twisting the metal in his hands, George nodded and looked back at the other swords. The decision wasn't that big of a deal but he didn't want to give Dream the satisfaction of winning. Finally, George swept up the smallest one there, just about shorter than his arm length.
"Good choice." Dream nodded, throwing his cape to the ground. The grey clouds above them covered the sky like a web, the air was muggy and thick.
The two boys faced each other, a small grin plastered on their faces.
"I won't let you win." George spoke, pointing his sword to Dream, once the blades connected the fight would begin.
"We'll see about that.." Dream breathily spoke raising the blade to George's.

With that they lunged backwards, gripping the handles tightly in their hands, waiting for the other to move. The air was still as they both glared into each other's eyes. "I'm waiting princess." Dream smiled charging at the boy, causing George to stager backwards as his boots hit the soft mud. George flashed a small smirk before jabbing in Dreams area.
The shrill of the metal hitting, slashed through the air as the blades hit one another. George began to gain on Dream, towering over him as he swung faster but something was up.

George quickly darted backwards and breathed out.
"Quit going easy on me, princey." He spoke, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. Dream tilted his head, "You noticed then." He spoke as George nodded. "I wont feel much satisfaction when I beat you if you're going easy." George teased, strutting closer to Dream as he held the sword in his rough hands

"If that's what you want, George."

As quick as a flash, Dream dived forward swinging his sword in the air. George shrank back, holding his sword close to him as Dream came closer. The two began to fight again, trying to disarm the other person in hopes of winning.
Their breathes became heavy and hot as the sweat began to trickle down their backs, but neither of them lost eye contact with the other as they swung their swords.
George began to bite his lower lip in frustration, as he knew Dream was more skilled. He dived and dodged in ways George didn't even know was possible. The smell of the wet mud crept into their noses as the two fought, smiling menacingly at every hit. Dream began to gain on George, pushing him closer and closer to the wooden fence. George didn't realise before it was too late, his back pressed against the rusted fence. He was cornered.
With one final swoop Dream knocked the sword out of George's hand and leaned in close, his weapon to his neck.

All was silent, as their breaths became thick with exhaustion. The fires in their eyes burned with a sensation that they hadn't felt before. George's pale, thin lips, glossed with saliva trembled slightly as he caught his breath. Dream couldn't help but stare at the boy and edge closer to him, the sword inches away from his skin. Were George's cheeks always this red? Dream thought, as his eyes glanced over to his cheeks. He quickly darted his eyes somewhere else when he saw George had noticed his staring but his gaze only wondered over to the boys strong collarbone. Dream began to panic as his cheeks became more flushed.
"You're.. a bit close, your highness." George spoke, breaking the silence. Dream broke out of his panic and looked at him in the eyes.
"W-Well yes-" Dream tried to speak but his voice came out hoarse.
"You won." George sighed, sliding his back against the fence and sitting down in the mud. Dream ran a hand through his hair and tried to regain composure. Quickly, he moved away from George and faced to the direction of the archery practice. "Yes, so it seems." He spoke, taking in a long breathe of air and facing George.
"I won't let you win so easily next time." George smiled, brushing himself off and picking up his sword.
Dream nodded, as he watched the boy carefully picked up his cape.
"Thanks." Dream spoke, as George handed him the cape. "When's your mother going to arrive? It's best we go get ready." George spoke giving a small smile to the boy.
Dream returned the smile hesitantly as George's face softened. "Is everything okay?" He whispered as they began to walk, Dream nodded and put on a large smile. "Just thinking of how I'm gonna beat you again."

"George! My god! Where have you been?" Eret cried as George walked through the door of his room. "Sorry I'm-" He began to speak but Eret had already got hold of his arm and was now pulling him to the dressing room. "Damn George, where have you been?" Minx called, George had been in such a hurry he didn't even notice her sitting on the table. "I was- hey, Eret. You need to relax." Before George keep even begin to explain, Eret was already thrusting clothes in his direction.
"There is no time! Get changed!" Eret stressfully shooed George into the room and shut the door.
To try put Eret at ease, George put on the clothes as fast as he could. A long lacy, cream shirt with baggy sleeves hung over his chest, making his collar bone and neck pretty visible. A pair of black trousers (like the usual) and a pair of brilliant black shoes, neatly polished and shiny. A small necklace with a crystal at the end hung around his neck as he peered into the mirror.

George quietly emerged from the room and watched as Eret began to set up some makeup. "Nothing too extreme, Eret please." George sighed, sitting down on the stool. Minx let out a snort, "Yeah remember that time were you let them do your makeup for the first time? Bitch was looking like a whole ass clown." She smirked as Eret rolled their eyes.
"I was just testing out brushes." They smiled, grabbing a brush a dapping it in powder. "Now, George, close your eyes."

After an hour or so, Eret had completed the look. As George requested, it wasn't very visible.
"Eyeliner?" George questioned as he looked into the mirror at his eyes, they nodded. "Quite so. Do you not like it?" Eret tilted their head to meet George's gaze. "It's not that at all! I think it's brilliant." He beamed causing a large smile to grow on Erets face.
"Enough of that, we can't keep the queen waiting, can we?"

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AH ITS BEEN LIKE 3 WEEKS WOOPS
uhm school started again and it's my final year in high school so uhm it's stressful as shit 😔🤞
probably won't be able to update this as much welp
anygays the image of the forest at the top?? is from a game called "Tears of Themis" and i was like omg that looks like what imagine this world to be like so take it losers <3