༆𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑦~ WɪʟʙᴜʀNᴏᴛFᴏᴜɴᴅ༆

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘: 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡

When George awoke, he wasn't in the field anymore. He wasn't sat at the edge of the pond, in the blonde's embrace, with the joyful giggling of SapNap and his fiancé's in the background. He was alone, in his bed, back in the castle. The brunette sighed, Dream must've taken him back. There was no sight of the masked male, he must be out like usual.

George sat up, stretching; acknowledging that his cape and mushroom hat were at the edge of the bed neatly. He glanced around.

It was early morning, he discovered as he looked out the window; the sun just over the horizon. It was pretty, to say the least, despite the sight not being too colourful for him.

George sat at the edge of his bed for a few minutes, sort of just waking up properly and remembering yesterday, also figuring out what he was going to do after this moment of thought.

He knew he couldn't just stay in here for the whole day, he's done that enough already. Plus there isn't much to do besides eat, sleep or write.

He didn't want to do any of those things.

With the smallest ounce of motivation, he got to his feet and motioned over to the desk, where a fresh set of clothes sat.

Dream had been retrieving a set of his clothes from his mushroom hobbit-home each day, dropping it off at the castle before going out for his 'duties'. George was obviously still asleep when the blonde did so, and even if some days he wouldn't even leave his bed, it was considerate of his friend; he was still grateful.

The brunette got dressed into the white dress shirt, neatening the collar after slipping on his blue sweater, pulling on the new pair of pants and weaving his belt around his hips; which typically held potions and a sword.

Those items were absent though, as he hadn't much use for either recently. Lastly, he settled his cape on, pulling it close to his cold body, and placing his mushroom hat atop his head.

George greeted Callahan hesitantly as he exited the castle, accessorising himself with his glasses as he was hit by the bright sun. The SMP was pretty empty at the moment, everyone was probably off doing their own things. He knew a good portion of the members would be at L'manburg, but obviously, the Brit had no plans in visiting that god for saken place.

He imagined Dream might be there at the moment, despite avoiding the subject when they interacted, he knew the blonde was probably stressed out about keeping that nation under control.

The brunette strolled along, keeping his gaze lowered to the ground absently. Before he knew it, he was at the community house, and not long after going through the building, he was approaching the public nether portal. From there, he wandered out onto the nearby plains. It was nice out here, quiet and solace.

He noticed a few birds flying above, gliding with the zephyrs. There were a few stray poppies around, dandelions too. The grass gently crinkled beneath his feet each step he took, giving George the urge to remove his shoes and socks to feel the earth below. But he didn't.

A few more moments passed by of the brunette walking and it seemed he'd instinctively made his way to his mushroom hobbit home, the familiar cottage in front of him. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed it, his homesickness blocked out by the stubborn wall of trying to adapt himself to the castle for Dream.

George wandered over the little bridge above his pond, peering into the water as he passed; noticing his fish still dancing happily in the body of liquid. At least they were having a good time still. He opened his door, entering the dimly lit house. A sense of safety and comfort overwhelmed him, the Brit taking a seat over on his bed; taking his mushroom hat off. It was cold since the loss of his body being trapped under it's covers. He already wanted to fall asleep in it again.