It was now the next morning, and what was supposed to be the spot where George had fallen asleep next to Dream, it was instead empty and cold, leaving no evidence that George was ever there whatsoever. The rays of sunlight bathed Dream's sticky skin, having not cleaned up after himself last night. The blonde groaned, shielding the bright glare with his hand in annoyance with furrowed eyebrows and half opened eyes. After adjusting to the brightness, Dream sat up, his back aching from sleeping in the uncomfortable position all night, and also because of the dark, red scratches George had left behind.
Speaking of George, Dream glanced around the cave, letting his eyes freely roam the area in search of the familiar brunette. The blonde pushed himself up, making his way to the mouth out the cave before stepping outside and stretching. With a sigh, he turned around, heading to the other end of the cavern which led to the pool of water. Upon arrival, the blonde assumed that the missing hunter would be there, but his allegations turned out to be false as there was still no sign of the shorter.
With a small hum of confusion and a still tired and hazy mind, Dream slipped into the cold morning water, only his boxers on as his clothes was scattered somewhere on the floors of the caves. The sea green eyed boy lazily washed himself, cleaning himself up to the best of his abilities. And when he was deemed done, he decided to stay there and relax for a while, seeing as he was still healing and they probably wouldn't be doing anything too exotic, while letting his mind wonder.
The events of yesterday night came flashing back in his mind, the memory still fresh. It caused Dream's cheeks to slightly flush; his mouth falling agape as though he almost couldn't believe what he had done; though he wasn't regretting anything that happened last night. Infact, Dream hadn't felt that much bliss since his last lover, which was ages ago; so long ago that if Dream had to keep count of the years they were away from eachother; he would be lost of time.
The blonde inhaled sharply, trailing the merely bloody trails of scrapes that the brunette created on his shoulders with a small hum, gazing out at the sea as be began to get lost in thought. However, he was snapped out of his fantasy world as he heard shuffling from inside the cave. Giving it no thought, the blonde pushed himself from out of the water, shaking the small droplets off his body before making his way back inside. And not to his surprise, in the middle of the cage stood George; suited up in his brand new looking armor with his sword hooked on his waistband.
"Oh-- I didn't realize that you were awake yet," George murmured under his breath without sparing the blonde another glance, annoyance laced within his heavy, British accent. Dream furrowed his eyebrows, trying to tame his wet, overgrown hair by passing his fingers through it. "Where were you?" The sea green eyed boy asked, retrieving his clothing. "No where. Just scouting," the brunette said almost bitterly, finally turning to the sea green eyed boy and the latter couldn't miss the way how the mocha coloured eyed boy's cheeks heated up. The blonde decided not to say anything of it for now, though.
Dream slipped his long pants on, dusting off his hoodie as he inched closer to the brunette; a goofy grin on his face as he eyed the evident marks on his pale skin. The blonde hummed under his breath, admiring the brunette's beauty before outstretching his large, tanned hands, tracing the dark marks that he left. "Pretty," Dream murmured under his breath to himself, however, George barely caught onto his words. The hunter's eyes darkened, as well as the crimson colour on his cheeks, as he let out a breathy scoff, shaking his head while he pushed the taller's hand away. "Stop, Dream," George stated firmly, staring daggers at the other who only gave him a half smile, confusion laced within his gorgeous features. "What do you mean, George?" The blonde questioned, slinging his hoodie over his shoulder before pulling it down.
The knight only shook his head before inhaling sharply, taking a step back as he retorted with, "Just stop." And with that, the brunette male turned on his heel, slowly walking away while ignoring the protests to stop which rolled off Dream's tongue perfectly, and George couldn't lie to himself; he desperately wanted to turn back around and circle his arms around the taller, never wanting to let go, but some things are just never meant to be.
"Hey-- George, wait!" Dream called out, finally nearing the shorter as he grabbed onto his forearm. The brunette, harsher than intended, flicked his hand away, reeling his own back into his personal space as he glared at Dream with a fierce expression. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The brunette said, his fists curling into balls at the side of him. Dream furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" The latter questioned, causing George to scoff. "Leave me alone," the shorter stated, walking along as he left the taller behind. "George, wait," the blonde said, his voice slightly raising out of annoyance. "What's your problem?" Dream pushed, becoming irritated with the brunette's rashional behavior, "What's gotten into you?" George continued to glare at him, his star-piercing gaze penetranting a hole into the once masked man.
"You're my problem, Dream. You're the problem. You always have been and you always will be!" George snapped, his breathing heavy as though he was trying to keep his composure, but obviously failing as tears of frustration welled up in the shorter's eyes, his body shaking with rage. But little did Dream know that the rage wasn't directed to him. It was directed to himself.
Hurt flashed across Dream's freckled face, and it just made George feel even worse; a sinking feeling allowing himself to be felt in his chest while his stomach churned with guilt and pity. Dream's painful and confused expression morphed into one with pure anger and conflict. "What the fuck does that mean, George?" The blonde questioned, taking a step closer towards the brunette, not even realizing how close he had gotten until George placed his pale palms against the taller's chest, ushering him to take a step back and return to his own personal space. "Stop, Dream," the mocha coloured eyed boy said for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day, and the simple two words made Dream's skin boil with anger. Really, it drove him insane.
"No, answer me, George," Dream said, his voice getting louder and louder with each spoken word. The brunette gave up on trying to get the taller to leave him alone, but he kept his hands up infront of him in a defensive manner, afraid that he might've pushed the emerald eyed boy over the edge on accident. "This--" George began, swallowing his tears as his once blurred vision cleared up, allowing him to see properly now. "This," George repeated, motioning between himself and the taller. "This is wrong, Dream. Everything about it is wrong." It was quiet for an agonizingly long minute, that one sentence drifting in the air like it was nothing, yet, it still felt like the world to George. And perhaps Dream, too.
"What?" The blonde said, his eyes darkening from a bright, forest green to a mossy looking like green. George just shuddered, not wanting to go into detail, but when he looked up at the blonde, he knew that the taller knew exactly what he was talking about.
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It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF
Fanfiction!! ROYALE AU !! _________________________________ What happens when George, the king's best hunter, is sent out to capture and bring back the kingdoms' most wanted criminal, Dream? Will George return with his prisoner who had a seven million bounty...
