royal amnesia | dreamnotfound

19- journey home

our trip to l'manburg is cut in half when tommy shows up with two horses: clementine and oatmeal. how he found us, why he knew where we were, and how he knew to bring us our horses i have literally no idea.

"is that-?" dream mutters, leaning on my shoulders.

"dream! george!" tommy yells. "i thought you guys were dead."

clementine comes to a stop two feet in front of us, oatmeal just behind her. tommy jumps off of clementine and wraps his arms around the both of us.

we were tired. so tired from walking. the broken castle was miles behind us, like a distant blue mountain now.

"tommy! how did you find us?" i ask, squeezing his shoulder as he pulls away.

"a lady showed up in the stables, she was dressed in all white, like a fairy or something. she told me where to find you guys."

dreams weight becomes unbearable and his arm slips from my shoulder as he collapses to the grass.

"dream," we say in unison. tommy bends down to look at dream.

"he's been injured," i explain. "he probably needs medical attention. his fatal wounds were healed quickly with magic, but everything else has really taken a toll on him."

tommy easily throws dream over his shoulder and i help him put him onto clementines back.

"you ride with him. i'll take oatmeal," tommy says, jumping to sit in oatmeal's saddle.

i clamber onto clementine's back, being careful to not knock dream off. i sit behind him to make sure he doesn't fall on the ride back. he must've passed out because he is hunched over, head against clementines mane.

tommy calls out a command and both horse turn to head back to home. i clutch the reigns with my right hand, and hold onto dreams side.

"we will be home soon," i whisper to the wind.

***

dream is curled up in my lap as I read a book to him aloud; my journal. he chuckles as i read about my infatuation for him back in april, the april before i had been put to sleep. this was one of the last journal entries where i had described in detail what it felt like to kiss his "perfect lips".

"hey, don't laugh," i say, brushing my fingers through his hair.

"i'm sorry," he muffles into my thigh. "keep reading."

i smile. "why?"

he turns his head so that i can see his side profile. "i like your voice."

"oh? you do?"

pink creeps onto dreams cheeks at my words and he hides his face into my leg again, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist. he was laying face down on the bed, legs slightly hanging off the end. my back is against the headboard, legs crossed.

when we had returned home after our adventure to kinoko kingdom, we had slept for two days straight. dream had to get bandaged in many places, but the kingdom was happy that their princes had returned. i hadn't expected to be so excited to be back in a place that had once felt so foreign to me.

"don't hide, dream," i tease. my journal is set on the nightstand and i heave dream up by his shoulders. he squeezes tighter around my waist and doesn't budge.

"dream. you're squishing me," i choke out.

he pulls his knees under himself so he can sit up. he looks me in the eyes, slightly smiling. "sorry." he was pouting.

"what?" i ask.

he folds his arms and looks at me with big green eyes.

"i wanted to cuddle."