Years later, a war raged throughout Britain. Dream was out fighting for months on end, and rarely saw the man he had come to adore. He missed his lover, and fought with all his might in the hopes of ending this God forsaken war.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years since Dream had returned to the castle. And then one day, he finally did.
King George was pacing the throne room when Sapnap ran in, Dream in his arms, barely alive. He kneeled before his King and placed Dream on the floor.
"Your majesty, he was injured on the battlefield. Usually I would not make a case of a fallen soldier but I thought you would want to see him after he has done so much," Sapnap hesitated before adding, "for the country."
The King nodded.
"You are dismissed, solider," he ordered, before addressing the room, "you are all dismissed. Leave us."
The second the room emptied, George's facade collapsed and he ran to his lover's side. He propped him up and cradled him in his arms.
"No, no, no," he sobbed, "please, Dream, stay with me, please, stay alive."
"George, it's too late," Dream rasped, his hand holding loosely to the brunettes wrist.
The shorter man held him closer and buried his head into Dream's chest as he cried.
"Look at me," Dream uttered. His royal highness obliged, and Dream tried as hard he could to pull him in, but as he was too weak the brunette soon got the hint and moved closer. The blond was deathly pale, and could already feel himself dying.
"I can see the stars...in your eyes," he whispered.
Dream leaned in, and kissed him with his final breath.
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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.
