.: A feather in tranquil waters :.

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Dream carefully snuck through his window, placing George on the ground..
"Here.." he walked over to get a towel.
"This should be comfortable enough for you."

"I'm comfortable..."George looked at his tail..
"But I have a question for you? what did you know about the potion." He glanced at Dream.
"How does it work...?"

He quickly went on.... He had so many questions.

"Well I guess it's fair for you to know...- some alchemist a long time ago created a few of them.. all for different things." Dream walked back towards George, crouching down.
"This one was specifically made for well.. merchants I guess."

George slowly cocked a brow.

"Sirens disappeared a long time ago.. they were hunted for there ability to control." Dream carefully began to dry George's arms.
"Then when they vanished... people went after potions because if they had power- they get anything they want."

"Let me guess... you wanted the potion for yourself?" George stared at his arm as Dream dried it.

"Well.. I was wanting to have it in my possession until there was a good time to use it- mostly spending it." Dream kept his mask on top of his head.
"Besides... I got something even better." He glanced at the brunette.
"It just took me awhile to let my guard down."

George let out a small chuckle.
"And a few scratches as well." He hummed.

Dreams gaze softened ever so slightly..
"Mhm." He frowned..
"Yeahh."

George noticed the saddened look.
"It's okay dream... I know you don't like thinking about it." He placed his hand on dreams wrist.
"I see you are trying to be better and fix what happened.."

"I am really sorry.." Dream sighed, continuing dry George with a towel.
"I really am."

George happily leaned against Dream.. getting comfortable.
"I'm glad you didn't sail away yet." He didn't want to be swimming for the next while.

"I couldn't have left." Dream watched as George's tail changed back into a pair of legs.
"Let's get you some clean clothes." He hummed.

"I'll probably have to wear your clothes." George rubbed his arms, glancing at the blonde as his face heated up.
"If that's alright."

"That's fine." Dream carefully carried George onto the bed.
"I don't mind." He placed George down.

George watched as the pirate walk towards a trunk of clothes.

Dream picked out a few clothes.
"They may be a bit big.." he walked back towards George.
"If that's alright."

George gladly slid off his shirt, beginning to take his clothes off.

Dreams eyes widened as he quickly looked away.

George glanced at Dream.. confused why Dream looked away so fast.
"I don't care if you see me." He began to get changed.

"I don't need to see you change." Dream used his wing to block the view between him and George.
"It's alright."

George shrugged, soon fully getting dressed.
"One day you'll most likely see." He laid down on the bed... curling himself in the blankets.

Dreams face heated up as his wings puffed up.
"George!" He turned to looked at the brunette.

George chuckled, getting comfortable in the bed.
"Come lay down." He held his arms out.

Dream slid off his trench coat, tossing his mask to the side.
"Alright.." he smiled.
"Move over."

George moved over, letting the blonde lay next to him.