Hestia's Blood [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 15.

I was thinking about the storyline and what to do for future chapters and omfg the dots connected so good i can't i had an enlightenment moment
3rd Person POV:

"C'mon Dreamm, it's just this once, you won't die if you show it to me once!" George started complaining as he was being pushed to a safe distance. Even with the effort Dream managed to keep the bow he was holding in his hands, which kept poking at George.

Dream tried his best not to put any force into that push but the irritation was tempting him. On the contrary he's always tempted to use force with people before realising that wouldn't be right.

"Not a chance.." The blonde replied.

It seemed that George was finally giving up, but that didn't mean his curiosity magically vanished when every thought hits him like an arrow. You can't just take it out, you'll bleed to death.

"But why, am i just not worthy or something? What is it?" He asked with an irritated tone of voice.

The brunette pouted as he completely gave up on trying to take off the mask, Dream glanced back at him and suddenly the irritated expression on his face turned gentler and a pitiful smile formed on his face.

"Asking me to take the mask off is like asking me to undress, do you really itch to request something like that?" Dream teased him.

A shocked expression formed on George's face, his cheeks started heating up as he took a subtle step back.

"What!? Don't say that dude.."

The blonde chuckled, but it always sounded more threatening rather than heartwarming. George is normally very easy to infect others with a smile, he always loved to see people happy but.. Dream has always just dulled that effect for some reason.

"Relax i'm just joking with you!" The smile on his face slowly thinned, his sentence was followed with a short pause before he continued. "Though... what makes you wanna see my face?" A question he has asked before.

"I'm just curious, alright.." The brunette's gaze wandered off of Dream. "Well.. i thought if you'd keep it off around me it'll be easier to tell what to do"

That sentence threw Dream off.

"What do you mean?" He asked with a curious tone of voice.

There was an uncertain expression on George's face as he contemplated for a second over how to describe the sentence which he had in mind.

"You're.. extremely difficult to read, most of the time i can't really tell if you mean it when you laugh around me or not.."

The brunette smiled awkwardly as his eyes trailed off of Dream who stared at him dumbfounded.

He wasn't sure if George just made that up to convince him to take the mask off or he was truly on thought about that, but Dream considered it a pretty interesting or rather incongruous reason. The main explanation there is for the mask to be off is the features, it's not wrong to wish for that but then why did George had his eyes searching for something else?

Behind the mask, the blonde's gaze softened. He could feel an empty hole in his stomach, and it was consuming him alive all triggered by the anxiety caused with this overwhelming feeling. He feels so sick within knowing that he can't know everything, and maybe this description doesn't make sense because truly you'll never notice how is it that he looks at his beloved friend.

Dream turned away and took a few steps further, he then placed the bow on a table besides a few other weapons.

"Are you sure this place is alone?" Dream asked as his gaze wandered to the entrance.