Dream grabs the handle of his door, fingers fiddling with the knob. What to expect? A bunch of pesky fireflies buzzing him off, or a trashy racoon begging for a place to stay.
Rather a human? A living organism on this plane of land, wishing to interact with one. Have a brief conversation, request, ask a question, or plead for help and mercy.
He first unlocks the instrument, hand returning on the knob itself. The dirty blonde does not need to touch it again for the door to swing open. Dream dodges getting hit with a plank of wood and looks at the culprit.
Red.
Redcoats.
Blood as red as a redcoat.
A coat as red as blood. Two men as pale as a skull. Rifles clutched and tucked under the arm. Heads tilted up and proud.
The rival.
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Away From The War ~ A Dreamnotfound Fanfiction
Short StoryIn a secluded luscious garden, far far away, two boys have their first interaction. They find their safe place within each other, a place away from the violence and blood shed. Away from the war. WARNING! Technoblade is used in this story. I underst...
