Prince George DNF

Prince George DNF

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Prince George very young when he lost his sister in war they were fighting a war with lmanberg the kingdom near them his sister krista wanted to fight with the worries not just watch them all die. She ended up dying the that war. That was 9 years ago Prince George was never the same. He was the one that covered for krista and distracted the guards so she could leave. He was never the same he was very depressed and all he did was sleep all day and all night but today was the day he was getting a new personal guard. Prince George didn't know what guard it was going to be the only ones he new were tubbo and tommy and ranboo they were the only ones that didn't talk shit about what George did for his sister. Everyone in the kingdom blamed him for krista dying. Even his parents but Tubbo Tommy and Ranboo knew that no one would have stopped her. When George was 17 he was raped by a guard and he never told anyone but the hospital staff talked and rumours spared.
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There is Dream. Most days he is an gallery. An art exhibition of all the things that he wishes to forget. Most days he misses things that he has never done and people that he has never met. Most days he is a glass half empty. There is George. Some days he is a true artist, with all the pain and hurt that comes with the title. Some days he is poet. Some days he is a dead poets poetry. But most days he is in love with the world and the pain that it is. Most days he is a glass half full. And there is art classes. Somewhat of an 'in-between'. A place that keeps quiet about all the things that it sees, a place that is nothing and so much at the same time. And it pulls painters like Dream, poets like George and artists like them in to a deep place of hurt and heaven. Most days it's a cracking glass. Some days it's the cold wine in it. And you are given the chance to peek inside the in-between and read about one of the stories that the art classes walls are now carrying.

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