Bloody cornflowers - Dreamnotfound

What is or at least seems like forever (3)

Trigger warning: Small Mentions of blood and sh

The morning George had woken up the house was clean, no newspapers, mushrooms, dirt, bugs, plates, forks or knifes anywhere. When The man took a better look around him, he saw an old memorybook with baby blue colored covers with a small dried cornflower glued on top. He had added a handful of pictures of Dream that were either very pretty or meaningful every month until Dream had been locked away for what is or at least seems like forever. Clean clothes were laid on a different spot on the same table, ready for George to put them on. On top of the tidy pile was a yellow sticky note, which George chose to ignore and read after dressing up. He took off his dirty clothes and put on the new ones, immediately falling in love with the feeling of clean fabric covering his body.

Heya George! Niki here.
As you noticed, I paid a little visit during the time you slept and did some cleaning so you could be more comfortable in your own home. I left some shampoo and lotions in the washing room along with hair- and toothbrushes. I'm expecting you to pay a visit once you wake up.
See you soon<3

After a long shower George put on a white button up shirt. The longness of the sleeves was controlled by a string tied on his wrists, making the sleeves more puffed towards the end. He decided on a pair of black pants instead of white ones to look better from afar. He used a dark brown belt to keep the pants on his waist, Many will leave it unnoticed due to the fact it's almost matching with his pants.
He also put on a red cape with several white spots on as an accessory. The cape looked thick and heavy but in reality it was made of many layers of chiffon, leaving the cape surprisingly lightweight and thin. The fur of a polar bear on the cape is a whole another thing.
As a finishing touch he of course put on his ridiculously expensive crown just to remind people of the ruler's mostly forgotten existence.

George remembers when he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had been in the edge of crying while he looked at himself, He had acknowledged he didn't look anywhere near someone with a stable and healthy life. Not only were his teeth and hair unbrushed, but the poisonous mushrooms were still growing from his shoulders. All the blood and pain of taking them out every Saturday morning did nothing, they always grew back. He had tried taking them out deeper every time they appeared again, but it didn't work, so eventually he gave up. It wasn't like he could keep on digging deeper and deeper into his flesh just to take some mushrooms out.

That moment George thought he's never going to look healthy.

But there he was, on niki's doorstep in formal clothes. He stomped on his wooden sandals and entered through the glass door that had an "open" sign on it.

"George is that you?"
A distracted yell of a woman asked. Before he could answer he was greeted by Niki's delightful presence. She was wearing a dark grey knitted sweater that was decorated with blue, purple and blue stripes in the middle (in that order) along with light grey sweatpants that have nothing about them that's worth mentioning. George recognised the sweater as Puffy's work, He remembers how She had put a lot of effort on making it.

"Puffy, what is that you're knitting?"
Dream and George had visited puffy in the beginning of December last year. The weather had been pleasing and the snow had fallen on top of the trees, roofs and onto the ground.
"It's a sweater for Niki, you know, her Christmas gift."
She answered, putting the sweater on the chair next to her before taking a cup of tea from the table to make sure not to spill on the shirt.
"I've been working hard on this one, i had to travel a long way to get the right coloured flowers since I was busy all summer."
She blew into her drink to cool it down and then took a sip.
"Why do you do that? It's not like it helps with the hotness."
Dream questioned, taking a seat on the sofa right next to his husband. Unlike George, he was wearing an expensive brown jacket made out of wool. He had gotten it recently and was refusing to take it off, since it was "dumb to pay for something he isn't going to use", As if he wasn't outside most the time.
"I guess it's just a habit."

"What's up with those clothes?"
Niki questioned, untying the knot of George's cape and taking it off.
"Is there something wrong with them?"
George turned around to see Niki hanging the cape onto the coat rack next to her jacket.
"No, no. They're just so formal"
George turned again as Niki walked to the door and turned the open sign around so when looking from outside, it says "closed".
"May i take a seat over there?"
George asked, now looking at the nearest table.
"Sure. Want some tea?"

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"I'm sure it's not good for you to lay in bed all day in that cottage of yours."
Niki said. She had just finished her tea and was pouring an another cup for her to drink.
"It's not my cottage, it's also Dream's cottage."
George corrected her, keeping his face on basic readings.
"George, honey, i believe it's the time for you to let go of the thought that something magical is going to happen and he get's out."
With that George threw a previously used fork onto the floor, not bothering to look for any damage it may have caused. He rushed to get his cape from the coat rack and then opened the door, soon violently slamming it shut, leaving shocked Niki behind.