Noun. philocaly (uncountable) The love of beauty. --- A strong friendship, years of jokes and playing around until a sudden urge enlightens him. What the hell was going on in his mind, and why did these feelings for his best friend appear all of a sudden? Will meeting up change everything? --- I'm well aware both Dream and George are not in any romantic relationship and are NOT planning on dating. This story is simply for fun. --- (language + mature content) -- COVER: @ItsMiox on Twitter :) --- (no copyright intended)

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //