It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

13. Fear.

The brunette spent the rest of his time trying to figure out what his siblings meant, but to no avail.

"Ugh," George groaned, frustatingly throwing a small rock pepple into the cool pool of water.

It was the next day, mid evening.

"His voice means to deceive you. My voice just wants to lead you."

The words rung in the brit's head like a village bell, taunting him until he cracked the code. But the only problem was that George couldn't crack the code, because he didn't know how to.

"Oh, Georgie," Dream cooed from behind of him in a low, soothing voice, boredom dripping in his tone.

The blonde was sat about two to three meters away from the other with his hands faced flat on the floor that kept him up.

"I already told you not to call me that," the brunette snapped at the other, his eye brows knitting together ever so slightly in annoyance, hence is frustration.

The green eyed boy rolled his eyes, scooting up behind the short brunette as he went back into his previous position. "What's wrong?" He asked, his head tilted to the right.

"Nothing's wrong," white lies spilled from the mocha colored eyed boy's lips so delicately and assuringly in a way that you would believe them, but George couldn't fool Dream.

The tall blonde scoffed under his breath, a small chuckle of amusement escaping his mouth as he said, "You're a bad liar."

George shot him an irritated look, his eyes narrowing in the direction of the masked man. "I'm fine, just drop it, Dream," he said through gritted teeth.

The blonde didn't respond, his lips were pressed into thin lines as he didn't want to push the hunter any more than he already had. Both boys sat in deep thought for a minute before a smirk tugged at Dream's lips as he slowly stood up.

The brunette's eyes followed him curiously, an eyebrow cocked in slight interest, that interest only growing with each passing second.

George had explained everything, beginning to end, of what he experienced yesterday with the voice of his brother, so Dream knew every tiny detail. Infact, he always told the blonde whenever he heard them. Ever since he started hearing them, he would always let Dream know.

Neither didn't know why though, considering that this was something that would preferably be kept to oneself, but no, George wasn't hesitant about telling the enemy, but Dream didn't mind. This was something that grew on them both.

The sun was sought to set in an hour or two, at most. The deep, fierce, orange rays of sunlight shone against the blonde's dirty, bloody mask as he pulled off his hoodie, his muscles flexing somewhat everytime he made a small movement.

The brunette's lips parted slightly at the sight, heat rising up from his neck and around from his ears, but somehow, he still managed to keep his expression neutral.

George couldn't lie, Dream had an attractive body. But that was all, there was nothing more special about the other and the brunette planned on sticking by his word til his last breath.

The blonde took a deep breath of air, something he hadn't done in a while ; take time to breathe. His chest rose and fell over and over as he relished in the feeling of his lungs filling with oxygen.

After a few moments, Dream smiled softly behind his mask, letting his head droop down to glance at the other.

"I take deep breaths whenever I'm upset or stressed," he said quietly.