author's note: here's another part to this story. this one's a little longer than the previous one, and i think they'll all be around this length from here on out. not sure. thoughts? how're you liking the story so far? where do you think it will go?
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"Don't. Move." He says forcefully, and I freeze, knowing that I can't fight, especially while we're in this position. Backing up slightly, he looks me up and down, clearly searching for any kind of weapons.
His eyes trail to my left thigh, where the holster for my knife sits. The hand carved handle of my knife sticks out against the dark material of my pants. Slowly, he reaches to pull the weapon out of the holder, and I open my mouth to say something.
"Don't take my knife." I beg slightly, yet I don't move. His movement stops, and he peers up at me.
"I won't try to hurt you, just please. Don't take it." I finish my plea, and he seems to contemplate the options for a few seconds before ultimately deciding to allow me to keep it.
Not that I would try to use it, anyways. He's got a sword, and all I've got is a knife. A moment passes, and he takes a step away, and I feel like I can breathe again. Lowering his sword slightly, and more to his side, he looks at me, and although I can't see his eyes from underneath that damned mask, I can tell that he's analyzing me with a cold stare.
"Who are you?" He asks, forcefully, yet not in a demanding manner. I flinch when he lifts his sword again, yet I relax slightly as I watch him tuck it into the sheath across his back.
"My name's George." I reply, reaching out cautiously. His head tilts as he looks down at my outstretched hand, and I hear him either chuckle or scoff, yet he reaches out too, grasping my hand with an amount of force that I wasn't expecting.
As we shake hands, I can't help but notice how rough the skin on his hands are, even the palms, which are typically the smoothest parts. After a small moment of silence, our hands part, and it's then that I realize how warm he actually was.
"I'm Dream." He says simply, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Maybe it is to him.
"Dream." I repeat, almost asking for confirmation. He nods and I swear that I can see him crack a small smile under that mask.
"Well, what are you doing, Dream?" I ask, yet it's obvious what the answer is.
"The same as you, I presume. Escaping the wildfires. Trying to reach the coast for salvation." Dream's voice stays fairly monotone, yet there's hints of pain in them. I can assume why. The same reason as everyone. He's lost someone, or maybe multiple someones, to the fires.
I purse my lips and nod, my eyes scanning the area around us. The sun has just started to come up, and sunlight is spilling through the trees, throwing our shadows onto the ground beside us.
"Do you really think there's an island where we'd be safe from the fires?" He asks, and I look up at him slightly, giving him an unreadable look.
"I have to believe it." I state cryptically. "I can't give up hope that I'll get through this. I have to." I don't offer any kind of explanation past that.
Dream seems to understand exactly what I mean, because he sighs deeply and puts his hands into his pockets, shoulders tensing slightly. A small bit of silence passes between us, yet it doesn't feel uncomfortable.
"Did you think I was a threat?" I ask suddenly, referring to his actions earlier, forcing me down from the tree, and his attempted disarming.
"No, but you can never be too cautious." He explains, and this time I can definitely hear the grin in his voice. I roll my eyes playfully.
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into fire (dreamnotfound) (complete)
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