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Dear Dream,
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Complete, First published Feb 28, 2021
"I promise you. I promise I'll come back."

He promises, George thinks wistfully. He promises such a thing- to offer George with his word on something, to uphold it. It's as if he's saying that he'll give the world to him, just for him. But somewhere is the lingering thought in George's mind is that he won't come back. That the cruel war that had riddled their land will take him too, and he will be left wonted and worry worn. George shivers at the thought.

"You promise?"
That you'll come home to me?
And as if he heard those unspoken words. Dream beams at him.

"I promise. You won't even notice that I was gone, my love."
George releases a wet and broken laugh at the cheesy pet name. Dream does too before pulling him back into his embrace.

They stay there for a bit. The war can wait.
"I promise I'll be waiting."

 

(or, the war au with letters and oscar wilde quotes.)

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For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]