The Dragon's Nest || DNF fanfic

The drake

Three days had passed since George's revelation. And he's been having a fucking blast.

Of course, by that, George has been struggling about the little things he hardly noticed he reacted to when it comes to Dream. He almost forgot about the fact that the three disguised dragons were even dragons at all. Almost.

The Brit woke up to a cat sitting carefully on his chest. She stared down at him silently, George returning the same silent look. George felt like she was trying to communicate somehow. The two remained like that for a few more seconds before Patches leaned down to rub her face against George's, purring lightly.

"Good morning to you too, Patches," he spoke softly, like he was afraid to say the wrong thing. The cat mewled and got off his chest, jumping off the bed and began to lick her paws.

After a few more moments, George got up and slowly walked to the bathroom to start his morning. As soon as George cleaned his face off of toothpaste residue, he heard a knock on the door. There was only one person who would knock so gingerly in the morning, so George couldn't help but smile, "Come on in, Dream."

The door creaked open, "So I made pancakes and eggs, if you're interested, I do have English muffins and bacon."

George stepped out of the bathroom with a brighter smile, "Sounds good."

"Are you in any sort of pain?"

"Nah, just a bit sore."

George can tell Dream was smiling under the mask, "Great. What did you want on your plate?"

The Brit shrugged, "Surprise me?"

Dream hummed in acknowledgement as he crouched down to Patches, "So this is where you disappeared to. Come on and eat, Mars might just eat it all before you even look at your bowl."

The cat jumped up on Dream's shoulders like nothing, making him sigh and stand, "Lazy."

George laughed a little, more comfortable with it since it wasn't painful anymore. Dream left the room to let George continue getting ready.

When he was done, George entered the kitchen. Dream's back was towards him, not yet noticing that he wasn't the only person in the room now. Before George could say anything to let Dream know, he noticed the mask Dream always wore on the counter in front of the dirty blond. Just before Dream was about to turn around, George quickly cleared his thoughts, "Hi."

Dream immediately stopped to put on the mask again, "Damn, you scared me, George! You came in so silently."

The Brit silently sighed with relief when he saw Dream cover his face with the mask. Sure, he was curious about his features, but he didn't want the nurse to feel uncomfortable. There's a reason why he hasn't taken his mask off in front of George, and George respects that.

"Autopilot kicked in, I guess. The corps trained its hunters to move as silent as possible since some dragons have sensitive hearing. I just naturally do that when I'm not hunting because it's better to not think about it when I am," George shrugs.

"But you weren't like that before?"

"Well, I'm feeling better, aren't I?"

Dream chuckles and picks up a plate, offering it to George, "I guess you are."

As George began to eat, Dream looked out the window, "Sapnap's not back."

"Are you going to go out to look for him?"

"I should. I'm nervous about leaving the animals and dragons though, since some of them might need my attention. Plus, you're still hurt and the stitches might come undone again. I don't want to leave you to suffer like that since the last time you looked..." Dream trailed off.