The Kingdom in the Mirror // DreamNotFound

Chapter 13

Dream rubbed his temples as he felt a headache coming on. He had spent the past four days preparing for his own coronation and the celebration of his people's freedom. He hadn't had so much on his mind in forever, and he could feel it taking a toll on him.

George was sitting beside him at the table in the throne room, his face placed in his hands as he watched Dream stress.

"Dream?" George said, making the blonde's tired gaze lift to his own. Dream had insisted George keep calling him Dream.

"Yeah?" He replied, yawning as he pushed aside a few stray papers in front of them.

"I think you should take a break from all this, let's go to the beach." George suggested, laying a hand on Dream's scarred arm.

Dream smiled slightly at the gesture, thoughts of the calming beach he hadn't had a chance to visit in what felt like weeks overtaking his brain.

"But, I have to-" He protested, feeling that if he left for even a second, he would be loaded with even more.

George shook his head, interrupting Dream, "Just for the evening, it won't hurt to take a little break from all this." He compromised, smiling as he realized he won as Dream relaxed in defeat.

"Fine, only for a few hours though." Dream surrendered, pushing back his chair to stand up and stretch before they left.

George studied Dream's figure, "Are you able to fly?" He asked, getting his answer as Dream's wings extended, flapping once.

"Yeah. I can fly." Dream answered, folding his wings behind him as the two left the throne room and made their way outside into the warm evening sun.

George yelped as Dream scooped him up bridal style, before taking off. He would have to get used to that. He gripped Dream's neck tightly, still a bit nervous of being so high in the air.

Down below, peaceful villagers milled about, genuine smiles on their faces, completely unlike the forced ones from the drug that had stolen 4 years of their lives.

He smiled as well, watching them from far above as the two flew across the pink streaked sky.

It had only been about 5 minutes before they had taken off before they had reached the far beach. Dream landed gracefully on the wet sand, letting George down as he landed completely.

"Hey, George?" Dream said, staring over the calm water at the starting sunset. George tilted his head at him, conjoining their hands as they surveyed the ocean together, "Do you still want to go back?" He finished, turning to study George's expression.

The brunette furrowed his brow, "Go back?" He asked, meeting Dream's slightly growing face.

"Home. Your home. Would you like to go back if you could?" Dream said hesitantly, interlocking their fingers tightly.

George's face softened, and he left Dream's gaze to once again look at the dying sunset, "I don't think I would. Honestly, everything that has ever brought me joy, is here. There is really nothing left for me back in my world, and it's not like anybody will notice I'm gone anyway." He sighed, bowing his head to study the sand below his shoes.

Dream was oddly silent as he processed George's words. "So you would like to stay here, with me?" He asked hopefully.

The brit smiled, squeezing Dream's hand in his own hand once, "Of course, would you take me?"

"You don't even have to ask." Dream replied, pulling George into a gentle embrace, before separating to share a heartfelt kiss, which George eagerly accepted.

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It had been a few hours after their talk and they decided they should head back before it got really dark.

George insisted they walk halfway around on the beach and Dream agreed, like the simp he was, much to George's delight.

They breathed in the salty air, hands joined, as they walked. The sun behind them disappearing with every step they took.

Dream raised a hand to point at something on the beach, "What is that? Is that an animal?" He guessed, pulling George along faster.

The brunette rolled his eyes fondly before hurrying beside him to investigate the creature, unmoving, on the sand.

He almost ran into Dream as the taller stopped abruptly.

"What is it?" He asked, stepping around the blonde to see, but he instantly regretted his action as he realized what he was looking at.

It was Sapnap.

Sapnap's neck and seemingly every limb was at an awkward angle, dried blood spilled on the ground and on his broken body.

George inhaled sharply as he raised a hand to his mouth in horror.

"He- he killed himself, didn't he?" George asked cautiously and Dream nodded, pulling George away from the scene to head back.

"But why? Didn't he lose the drug as well?" George questioned the blonde, who picked him up, spreading his wings to fly back home.

"I assume he was never actually on the drug. From my observations over the years, I think he fell in love with Karl. I guess Karl's death pushed him over the edge, literally." He explained, chuckling bitterly at the end of his sentence.

George frowned as they flew, even though Sapnap was a bad person, it still hurt him to think that the ravenette was so overcome with grief of losing his loved one, that he actually ended his own life.

Technically, George had murdered two people.

And even though they were two horrible people, he wasn't sure how he felt about it all being permanently on his soul, or forever in his mind. 

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