Hunter, Juggernaut, Assassin, Warrior (DNF)

Coat of Blue and Silver

(( TW // Dissociation, sexual harassment ))

The last time George had fully seen his reflection - not in a puddle of water or the shine of a blade - was a long time ago. It was when he was getting fitted for his military uniform. As he stared back at himself, he moved his body. At first it was just him scrunching up his nose or rising his eyebrows. Then it turned into him moving his arms and twisting his body.

George was mapping himself. He watched the fluidity of his movements. For a moment, he didn't think they were his. He didn't think the man in the mirror was him. The man in the mirror looked alive, or as alive as a reflection could look. George didn't feel alive. He knew he was present, that he existed, but he didn't feel here... of this plain of existence.

He took a breath, watching the man in the mirror did the same. He felt his chest rise as his lungs filled with the clean air, the man copied him. The group of gloom men had arrived at the castle not even a day ago, but the preparation for the Gala started almost right away.

They men were fed and sent off to different areas of the castle to get prepared. Even though the actual Gala wasn't for a few more days, the suits needed to be tailored. George had bathed, the muck and grim of the forest washed away like waves on a shore. Even though he was physically clean, he felt... icky.

"Are you George?" An unfamiliar voice called out as the door opened to reveal a woman... It was a woman... right? They had long hair and make-up on, but their voice was deep and masculine. In their arms, they held beautiful fabrics - but George couldn't tell what colors they were - and other sewing supplies.

"I uhm... Yes, i am George." He coughed.

"I am Finn by the way. Yes, i am a man, you don't have to ask." Finn grinned playfully as he entered the room. He placed his supplies on a nearby coffee table and approached George. "I am going to be tailoring your suit for the Gala." He smiled. Noticing how uncomfortable George looked, he blinked. "It won't take long, promise."

George nodded, relaxing a little. Finn proceeded to place several different suit jackets and fancy best, each time adjusting them then deciding against it. Eventually, Finn placed a light blue best over George's white tunic and matched it with a similar colored tailcoat.

Silver details trailed down the edges and swirled inwards. The suit itself already fit fairly well on George's slimy body; Finn only needed to pin it in a few places.

"Hmm..." Finn stepped back and drew his hand over his chin in thought. "How do you feel about that color?" He asked.

George looked at his reflection and nodded. "It's blue, right? I like it." He said simply.

Finn nodded and went back to adjusting the coat, adding on a few more details. After a soft moment of tender silence, a gentle knock sounded from the door.

Finn's head perked up when he heard the knock. He inhaled slowly and closed his eyes. "I swear, if it's Sapnap again and he tore his suit I am actually going to-"

The door swung open, revealing the Queen. Dressed in her normal midnight shades of deep purples and blacks, she looked elegant even though it was clear her outfit wasn't her most formal.

"My Queen!" Finn said as he collapsed his knees into a civil bow.

"Finn! My dear!" Queen Ember purred with delight. "Making my hunters handsome, are we?" Her dark gaze traveled to George. "Not that they need it..." She smirked.

Chills crawled up George's spine as she spoke. He shuttered. "What do we owe this visit, your highness?" Finn continued the conversation.

"Oh, I simply wanted to see the progress on the suits. And I wanted to see my favorite hunter." Her toothy grin only grew from there. George bit his tongue, trying to stop himself from expressing his distain.

Finn followed Ember's eyes towards George, and it clicked. Taking subtle action, Finn picked up a measuring tape and stepped in between George and the Queen. Finn faced George and pretended to make some measurements. The two shared a knowing look.

"Might I say you look the best George." Ember hummed with vicious delight as she approached the two. She danced around the two men, placing her hand on George's hand, and tracing it up his arm and resting it on his shoulder.

George trained his eyes forward, unmoving at the stared passed Finn. "Uhm My Queen... if you don't mind-"

"Oh Finn, I hear Sapnap tore his suit again. We can't have that, now can we?" Her lips dripped with a certain poison.

"Fuck-" Finn hissed under his breath. "Is that so? I'll just finish with George-"

"No, you'll go now. So, you don't forget. Hmm?" The Queen hummed, squeezing her grip on George's shoulder. He felt trapped.

"I uhm..." Finn looked at George's face and sighed. He couldn't refuse a direct order. He gathered his materials and bowed his goodbye. Giving George one pitiful last look, he left the room.

With Finn gone, the only two remaining in the room was Queen Ember and George. The tension that hung in the air was so thick, you could slice it with a dagger. Ember stepped out from behind George, so she was now in front of him. George had a few inches over the Queen, and it didn't help the height difference that George was also standing on a small pedestal.

Once the Queen was in front of George, she grabbed his chin, manual bringing his gaze down to her level. Her hands were strangely cold, this only made the uncomfortable feeling grow. George's brown gaze matched Ember's blueish purple.

"I want you at the Gala as my plus one...." She hummed, her hand drifting from George's chin to his shoulder, where she tugged at his suit coat.

"I can't." George grumbled bluntly. "I have to stand with my team... In case Dream shows... Remember?" He tried to look away but for whatever reason, he couldn't.

"Wouldn't i be safer if... you and I... were.... closer...?" She managed to slip the coat off of George, leaving him in just the white tunic and vest now. She leaned closer to him, having to get on the tips of her toes to bring her face to his.

Feeling her breath on his lips, George broke away. He stepped back off the pedestal and away from the Queen. Due to this sudden and unexpected movement, Queen Ember nearly lost her balance and stumbled.

George turned and picked up the coat that had fallen to the floor. "I have a duty to my team just as much as i have one to you." He coughed, folding the coat over his forearm. "I will see you at the Gala... My Queen..."

Queen Ember watched George spin on his heel and wonder out the door. As soon as he left, St. Withers replaced him in the doorframe. St. Withers watched as George left, he entered the room and looked at his superior.

From her pocket, the Queen pulled out a cigar. Placing it in her mouth, she lit it with a purple flame from her finger. "I take it... it didn't go as planned?" St. Withers commented, shutting the door behind him.

Ember Dargon inhaled deeply, feeling as the smoke filled her lungs with warmth. She breathed out through her nose, the almost purple smoke shooting out and billowing as it floated in the air. "Clearly not." She hissed, taking another long drag.

"What do we do now? Without George's compliance, we have nothing." St. Withers ringed his hands together nervously. "Ranboo was clear that George is the-"

"I know what Ranboo said!" She snapped as she swung her arms dramatically, nearly decking Withers in the face in the process. Calming herself after her outburst, she exhaled once more, she watched the smoke this time as she thought. It was only a matter of time now.