Trojan War, approx 1184 BC
In the beginning, the gods left two soldiers in the middle of a battlefield, friend and foe alike falling around them. The two men were almost oblivious to the chaos around them, trapped in their own little tragedy.
The taller of the two men, a blond with eyes the colour of grass, lay injured in the dirt, a hole pierced in his armour, blood and dirt covering his tunic. The shorter of them, a brunette with eyes the colour of mud, began to take off the armour of his fellow soldier.
"George, it's too late," the blond protested, holding onto the frantic soldiers wrists but too weak to stop his movement. George didn't listen, muttering something about needing to clean the wound. Trying to grab his attention, the injured man reached up, his hand connecting with the brunettes cheek.
"George," he repeated, and this time he was listened to. George stared into his eyes, the realisation finally hitting him.
"No," George argued, "no, Dream, absolutely not."
Dream smiled fondly, his vision blurred as he let his head fall back, looking up at a sky full of stars.
"I'll love you forever," he promised. George felt his spirit pass, and took one last look at the stars in his lovers eyes before carrying him away.
Deep underground, in the underworld, Persephone pleaded with her husband.
"A love so bright should not be allowed to be put out! You of all people should understand that!" she argued, hands raised in frustration.
"My dear," Hades reasoned, "death cannot be toyed with. It is final. Maybe he will choose to be reincarnated, and try for the Isles of the Blest."
Persephone sighed in defeat, before her eyes lit up and she sprung back to life.
"A compromise," she suggested, and soon they had decided on a plan.
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What I Meant By Forever
FanfictionTW // suicide i wrote this before dream was outed as a wrongun Two lovers. Two gods. Thousands of years. One hell of a story. OR A story that follows various reincarnations of dnf as they fall in love time and time again.
