It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

47. Mistakes.

Neither Dream nor George spoke a word to eachother after that, more-or-less spared one another a single glance. It all seemed a bit crazy and surprising to them; how a night filled with bliss while they were surround by heaven was turned into a quiet night, tension filling the air while a deafening silence burst their air drums. Dream had half expected George to come to him first and explain the situation to him in a more understandable form, or even a simple apology might've done the trick, but no. George didn't go to Dream. Instead, he kept his distance, purposely avoiding the blonde for as long as he could; ignoring him for as long the universe would let him. And even though Dream might not have agreed with the situation, the outcome leaving him in shambles and a corrupted mind, it was probably all for the best. After all, Dream was the criminal; George was a sworn knight to King Philza; promising to carry out his legacies.

Dream was more than foolish to have developed some type of attachment to the brunette hunter. It never should've happened. It was never meant to happen. He knew that from the very beginning; it was always something that he kept reminding himself of when he came into contact with other royal hunters, so why? Why was George different to everyone else? Why was it George? The entire situation had the blonde's mind in different places, and it was becoming overbearing.

After Fundy, the emerald eyed boy had taken an oath that he would fail to fall inlove with anyone again after his former's lover's mysterious death. It was mainly because he never wanted to experience such pain again and not because he wanted to remain loyal to his ex lover because there was no such thing as 'not being able to fall inlove.' But the blonde thought that if he remaind closed of enough, maybe, just maybe, it would've worked. And for years, many, many years, the blonde was able to stand by that oath, he was able to stand by that sworn promise, but, however, a short, British boy came along somewhere inbetween the lines which had the sea green eyed boy questioning his life choices.

Currently, the blonde was laying on the makeshift bed, his arms folded beneath his head as he gazed up at the cavern's concrete ceiling, letting his mind wander; though that wasn't always the best idea, but his thoughts always seemed to get the better of him. George was currently outside of the cave, either by the pond, where was now apparently his new favorite spot, but sometimes he'd be out scouting, using the time away from the taller to clear his mind and get his process of thinking back intact, or when he just genuinely needed to get away; just like all the other times. George was a coward when it came to how it felt, that much the brunette knew about himself, but he couldn't do anything about it, and sometimes, he preferred it that way, finding it easier to remain silent rather than express his feelings in a million different words. Other times, George wished that it was easy to say how he felt like how everyone else back at the palace redeemed it to be.

Dream's eyebrows furrowed; he was in deep thought. Usually, Dream wouldn't care for situations such as these, but for some reason, this situation bugged him, more than it should've and more than he would've liked to admit. The blonde tried to keep a strain on his thoughts, as well as the blooming, horrible ideas that were popping into his mind. But, as said before, Dream's thoughts always got the better of him. With a frustrated sigh, the blonde pushed himself up, ignoring the familiar ache in his lower abdomen and found himself standing behind George.

The sea green eyed boy obviously wasn't thinking clearly, but maybe that's for the better; it's not like he wanted to dwell more on the situation even more. "George," Dream called out to him in a firm, husky voice, and he couldn't miss the way that George's body seemed to tense upon acknowledging his presence. At first, the brunette decided to ignore him, not bothering to answer the sea green eyed boy, but the latter wasn't having any of it. "Cut the fucking bullshit, George," the blonde said in an irritated tone, taking another step closer to the brunette who scoffed under his breath, his hand falling away from his mouth where he had been gnawing at his fingernails. "What do you want?" The brown eyed boy questioned in a quiet voice, his lips pressed together as he threw a glance to Dream from over his shoulder. It seemed as though George wasn't too intrigued with the coming conversation, seemingly knowing what Dream wanted to talk about.

"Are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room or are you just gonna sit there and act like an immature bitch when I'm trying to talk to you?" Dream glared at the boy. George rolled his eyes, standing up as he faced the blonde, but the latter was much taller than he was, towering over him, but still, he kept his ground. "Alright, you wanna talk? Then talk," the brunette said, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he returned the younger's fierce glare. "Let's face it. It's been...awkward ever since that night and the silence is painful. But I can't stop thinking about it, and I know that you can't either," said the blonde. George just stared at the taller, no emotion giving away on his face because he knew that it was true.

It had been the only thing on his mind ever since and he couldn't push those thoughts away. Sometimes he even found himself craving for more of what he first had, but he knew it was wrong. "Dream, that night was a mistake. None of it was never meant to happen and you know that," George determined in a harsh tone, a flash of hurt pinging at the taller's heart. There was a dreadful silence that soon followed after, the air becoming thick as Dream found it difficult to breathe. It felt as though his lungs were burning and closing up, as well as his throat, with no way or no one to stop it.

It was Dream's turn to scoff now. Shaking his head as he stepped back laughing under his breath bitterly, he retorted with, "A mistake, huh? I should've known." George furrowed his eyebrows, his hands falling away from over his chest as he took a step towards Dream, attempting to reach out to him. "Dream-- I didn't mean it like that--" George started, but before he was able to finish, the blonde was aggressively pushing his hand away, saying, "You know exactly how you meant it. Don't even bother," the sea green eyed boy spoke in a raged voice, sounding strained as dozens of feelings, in which he had not felt in years, resurfaced, the emotions overwhelming him. "Dream, please," the brunette stated, becoming desperate as he could feel the blonde slipping away from him, though he was already far.

"Fuck off, George."

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