It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

11. Believe.

The sun had came up by now. The rays of sunlight showered both boys as they slept peacefully, completely unaware of the situations that were to take place in the future.

Somewhere within the quietness and calm atmosphere, Dream had reluctantly agreed with himself to get some rest. He laid himself down on the floor while he allowed George to stay on his chest, sleeping like a new born baby.

Let's just say that the duo had the best sleep they've gotten in a while.

George had woken up first this time, which was a bit unusual since Dream was always the first one up. Considering yesterday's events, you could've imagined that the brunette would've slept alot longer than anticipated.

But, somehow it all made sense. The blonde hadn't been sleeping for a few nights, his guard always up as he made sure no danger came to him and the hunter while George got his beauty sleep everytime.

It made the brit feel bad in a way, but he'd never admit that.

The brown eyed boy was shocked at first as he came to his senses ; seeing as he was in the arms of the enemy's.

Unexpectedly, George didn't move from his spot on the other. Instead, he laid awake on top of him, his head still pressed against his chest as he listened to the green eyed boy's heartbeat, his head moving slightly everytime the masked man inhaled and exhaled flawlessly.

The brunette relished in the unfamiliar warmth radiating off of the blonde, feeling oddly safe in his grasp. He hummed approvingly as the American's hands tightened around him ever so often unsubconsciously, before they held the brunette close loosely once more.

George played with the strings of the boy's hoodie as he waited for him to wake up. He twisted and twirled the fabric pieces around his fingers, lightly tugging on them here and there.

Finally, what seemed like hours to George, which were really only a few minutes, the blonde headed boy started twisting and shuffling.

The brunette changed the direction of his head, tilting it up to look at the mask the taller wore with a cocked eyebrow, not knowing if the blonde woke up or fell back asleep.

But, George's question was answered as he listened to his prey's heartbeat rapidly pick up the pace, which made him smirk.

"I know you're awake," the brunette mumbled tiredly against his clothing, watching as Dream's Adam's apple bounced in his throat.

"What are you doing?" The blonde asked rhetorically in a low whisper, but George decided that he was gonna answer the question anyway, an attempt to ease any tension that might be rising.

"I don't know, I woke up like this," the brunette shrugged, a yawn escaping his lips.

It was quiet for a moment before Dream asked in his normal tone, with curiosity dripping in it, "And you didn't move when you woke up?"

The blonde's morning voice was scratchy, deep and gravy, it sending a weird feeling down to the brit's stomach. A feeling that he would unknowingly grow used to.

"I didn't feel like it. I'm lazy, and you're warm," the shorter retorted, lowering his voice to the near end of his sentence as he half prayed that the other didn't hear him.

Unluckily, Dream heard him, but he was kind enough not to say anything about it.

Just then, the boy who once laid against the enemy's chest sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes as he said, "Anyway, where did you go yesterday? You were gone for like what..two..three hours? I don't even remember."

The blonde sat up as well, a short pain in his back from the uncomfortable position he'd been in all night, stretching as he yawned.

"I went to look for a way out. Unfortunately, I found nothing, but I did find a few more pathways so we could try those when you're healed," the man in the green hoodie said as he used his hands to prop him up.