It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

32. First time.

George's heart stuttered in his chest, gulping thickly as he stared into Dream's wide eyes for the first time, the blonde doing the same.

Dream had bright, yellow eyes. However, the brunette was colorblind, so he could only assume that they were a shiny type of emerald green. The blonde's jaw line was sharp and defined, his golden locks sticking against his sweaty forehead. His eye brows were naturally gorgeous, shaped as though he had been trimmimg them every other weekend, which was most likely inaccurate, given the circumstances. His tanned face was dusted with freckles, a natural pink color flushing against his cheeks. His big, pink, plumped lips were slightly parted, exposing his pearly white, perfect teeth, his sharp fangs barely visible.

However, what stood out the most to George were the familiar scars that plastered his face. It wasn't as visible as before, looking not as much to what he remembered as it had faded overtime, leaving nothing but a faint trace as proof of it ever being there.

Sweat beaded at Dream's hairline, his heart beating so fast that you'd think it would explode in his chest, leaving him as nothing but a corpse.

Seconds turned into minutes as time seemed to be frozen, a nonexistent clock ticking by as both boys were glued to the spot, afraid that if they'd be the first one to move, everything would go terribly, terribly wrong.

George swallowed, parting his lips to speak, but was abruptly cut off when Dream rammed his back into the concrete wall behind them. The brunette let out a displeased groan, the collision sending an electric shock throughout his already aching body.

The blonde's moist palm snaked around the brunette's throat, applying an ever so little pressure against the smaller's windpipe. "Dream--" George barely managed to breath out, clutching onto the hand that was dangerously close to cutting off his breathing.

"You tell anyone you know what I look like and you're dead, got it?" The once masked man snarled, his heavy, hot breath coating the brunette's porcelain skin which looked so inviting.

"Alright, alright! Just-- let go!" The brunette stated in a panicky tone, never seen Dream so intimidating before as he squirmed around, desperate to get out of the taller's grasp.

Dream was hesitant at first, but he finally resisted, letting go with one light, but warning squeeze. The second the blonde released the shorter, he doubled over as he rested his hand on his knee, coughing as though all the wind had been knocked out of him.

George brought a dainty hand up to his neck, gently rubbing it as nothing but Dream's handprint was left behind. After a few moments of regaining composure, brown eyes met green ones.

Dream's expression stayed neutral, his lips pressed into a firm line as he maintained the eye contact, despite his heart pounding so loud in his chest, he was scared that George could hear it, even given the distance.

The brunette inhaled sharpily, not sure which one of his cards he should play. But luckily, Dream decided to play his as, in a gruff voice, he muttered out, "Come on."

The blonde didn't wait for a response from the shorter as be began walking, swiftly turning his back on him as the latter fumbled to catch up.

They walked in a tense silence, George sending brief glances to the taller every now and then. The brunette gulped thickly, he couldn't bring himself to tear his piercing gaze away from the criminal.

Dream was, well, he wasn't ugly, like George assumed he was. Instead, he was quite the opposite, but would the brunette ever admit that aloud? No.

Eventually, Dream caught on to the skeptical behavior of the shorter, side glancing him as he cringed, still feeling the warm, crimson blood traveling down his tanned, freckle fadded skin.

"What is it?" The sea green eyed boy asked in a monotone voice, watching as a light shade of red flushed against the hunter's pale cheeks upon being caught.

"N-nothing," George stuttered, forcing himself to look forward as his heart pounded irregularly against his ribcage.

Dream let his eyes linger on the shorter for longer than he wanted to, but reluctantly, he let his gaze fall away. Not wanting to drift back into the dreadful silence, he said, "We need to find a pond or something to get cleaned."

George glanced at the taller, only now noticing the blood that seeped through his cotton hoodie and slid down his neck.

"Right," the brunette stated, "I'm not hurt, just you." Dream nodded in understanding, pushing his bloodied hands into his pockets.

"Let's rest for today. We can start moving again at night," the blonde suggested.

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FILLER CHAPTER, SORRY :((
I HAVE SO MANY THINGS PLANNED OUT FOR THIS BOOK SO DON'T GIVE UP ON ME JUST YET

ALSO I HAVE A MINOR HAND INJURY BUT I'M STILL GOING TO TRY TO WRITE AS MUCH AS I CAN