It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

56. Mount Helicon.

Dream and George strolled through the village of Mount Helicon after saying their goodbyes to the Crystal Wolf, whose name turned out to be Nereids. The chattering, laughing and controversing all seemed to be louder than ever, and while that irritated George in the slightest, he went against the option on saying anything about it, letting emerald green eyes wander the interesting sight that existed before them.

The boy's hands were still interlocked; Dream's thumb rubbing soothing circles against the shorter's pale skin every now and then, giving George a sense of reassurance and safety. "Where to first?" Dream asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the knight before looking ahead once more, trying to avoid crashing into the mob of people that moved around like busy bees. "Armor and Weaponry," George responded without hesitation, having grown uncomfortable in his own shaggy and run down armor. Dream silently nodded without looking at the brunette, his height giving him an advantage to tower and see above the crowds.

Within less than a few moments, Dream was leading George to one of the finest Armor and Weaponry booth; consisting of both Leather and Netherite armor and weapons such as sharp tipped spears, bows and arrows and pointed swords. The boys managed to push pass the people  and found themselves standing infront of the said booth, Dream ringing the small bell that was located on the counter. Soon enough, a slim, broad shouldered and well built man came into view; he wore clear glasses and had emotionless, dark brown eyes. A slit was evident in one of his eyebrows and he had a cigar poised between his lips carelessly.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, the man asked, "What can I get for you?" in a gruff, gravy and deep voice, sounding as though he had been smoking for years on end, which was probably quite literally. "You're finest armor and weapons," Dream replied in a monotone voice, the same tone being used when George had first met him. The sound of the taller's voice alone was enough for a wave of shivers to travel down the brunette's spine, though, he found it somewhat attractive. Another huff of smoke emitted from the man's mouth before he crumbled the cigar, throwing it to the ground before pulling out two suits of neatly made clothing.

The first set of armor was made out of thick, black leather; it would take a lot of work for a knife to possibly get through it. It was slightly cropped with an 'x' shaped elastic holding it up at the back and it was skin tight with short sleeves. As well as the cargo pants, it was skin tight with deep pockets. There were also holsters on each side of the fabric. The set came with a beautifully painted black bow and arrow which was tinted in stripes of blue and white; 60 arrows in total.

The next set was made out of hard Netherite, a great source of protection when it came to battle fighting and war; which was exactly what Dream needed. Like the other set, it was skin tight but long sleeved. It was also a dark, beastly shade of black with highlights of dark, forest green. To the back if the chest plate was a sewed on sword sack, and speaking of a sword, the set came with a sharp tipped sword made out of obsidian rock.

"Finest of the fine," the man said, spreading his hands and laying his palms flat on the counter. Dream looked and George who was standing with his head up high next to him, examining the sets. George turned to the blonde, shrugging his shoulders as he murmured, "We'll take it." However, the statement was loud enough for the seller to hear, and when Dream stretched a hand out to take it, the man immediately jerked his belongings back, ticking his tongue on the inside of his cheek. "Not so fast. What do I get out of this?" The blue eyed man questioned, a smug smile evident of cockiness resting on his face.

Almost as if George was expecting the man to say this, he plucked out one of the pouches which he had packed inside one another, taking the small book which he had found in the cavern. "What if, we trade you this book for the sets, hm?" The brunette said in a low voice, returning the smirk. The seller's eyes flickered down at the book before his eyes widened. Like Dream had done before, the man reached out to grab it, but it was strongly poised in the hunter's grasp. "Nu-uh, the book for the sets," said George. The man swiped his tongue over his teeth before letting out a defeated, overreacted sigh, humming in approval at the exchange. The mocha coloured eyed boy's grin grew as they switched items, and George eyed the man before saying, "have a good day." And with that, the duo walked away.

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It wasn't long before the duo were in their new suits; admiring each inch of it. "You look good, George," Dream hummed under his breath, his large hands circling around the shorter's slim waist. George's suit was, as said before, skin tight, meaning that the clothing defined his perfect curves and hour glass body. George melted into the touch, his hands inching up the blonde's broad chest. "You think?" He asked, the curve of his lips ticking up into a small smile. "I do," the sea green eyed boy retorted without missing a single beat, planting sweet, wet kisses along the length of the knight's jaw. "Well, you don't look all that bad yourself," the brunette muttered, his eyes staying glued to the boy's neck, not being able to think straight under the criminal's piercing gaze.

One of Dream's hands inched towards the brunette's face, tilting his chin up to look him in the eyes. What George expected to be a cocky, egoist grin turned out to be a genuine, loving smile as the taller gazed down at the smaller, whispering, "You're so beautiful, George, you know that?" The sincerity lingering in the other's voice caused the brunette to flush in a crimson red colour, but instead of pulling away like he usually would, he gently rested his hands on the nape of Dream's neck, his lips parted slightly as he muttered back, "Thank you, Dream."

Dream leaned down, catching the boy's lips in a soft and slow kiss, in which George immediately kissed back. This lasted for a while before the kiss escalated into something more heated and full of want.

Dream and George had managed to get one of the old, abandoned houses in the village, which was actually fairly well kept, to stay the night, and so the blonde led the other into the bedroom without breaking the kiss; only doing so when he gently pushed the boy down onto the soft cotton of the fabric sheets. Dream crawled over George slowly and tauntingly as the brunette traced his fingers over his defined abs.

The sea green eyed boy connected their lips once more more, but then George suddenly heard a clicking sound as confusion loomed within his features, and when he broke the kiss and looked up, he couldn't help but let a scoff push past his lips.

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