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If Technoblade noticed the dark purple splotches running down George’s neck under the cover of night, he didn’t mention it. It was dark, anyway, which was what George told himself to get the mind numbing mortification to seep away at the interaction.
It didn’t take all that much of a conversation to relay what Dream had told him to, and after the brief exchange, he continued his running throughout the night, not once looking back. Two notes for Sapnap, and one cornflower left at the ruins of the Community House were all that were left behind and were also the last the rest of them would ever see of the magnetically tied astral beings.
Time dripped on for Dream in his cell, lava continuing its mundane song and dance. He’d ached the second George left his arms, something which the deep guttural part of him despised, no, loathed . He had been satisfied with the canvas he’d painted though, as the marks he’d left were hard to hide without heavy care. That was one of the only things keeping him somewhat sane when he’d been forced to let his moon go back into the world. They’d be together soon like they’d both planned, but the waiting was destroying the blonde’s sanity. He was cursing himself for not making sure George told Techno to be prompt, it was a favor owed after all.
Visits from Tommy droned on, his torment not cutting as deep, as the malice directed towards him held little leverage now. In those moments the mold of George’s hips against his fingertips and waist curving against his arms ghosted over him again. Inside his mind, he’d daydream off to where he was going, what he’d be doing.
Techno is sure taking his sweet ass time.
It was a frequent thought to him, but as it was approaching day six of not holding his moon in his arms he was becoming quite antsy. The warmth from the entire exchange was draining him and he’d feared George had run away. Perhaps he had run off to live in what was supposed to be their home in solitude, away from any chaos Dream could possibly bring with him. He couldn’t really fault him if he chose to, though, from the trouble the entire endeavor would be. Or, perhaps he’d run off with someone else.
Dream twitched at that.
The thought of the brunette whispering and succumbing to someone else’s hold and love made him so violently ill. A small part of him toyed that it was Techno he’d run off with, an idea that if he were under normal conditions he’d scoff at. Techno’s only lover would be chaos and anarchy, and he’d taken quite literally zero interest in anyone else in any sense of romance. However, these were not normal circumstances, and Dream’s blood had boiled at the thought of the pink-haired bastard lying even a finger on the precious being that was his George.
This particular string of thoughts was interrupted by Sam opening the gate to send someone through to visit. He’d prayed to whatever God may be listening that this would be his last encounter with Tommy, someone who’d been significantly more annoying in the midst of his possessive and animalistic thoughts. Barely looking up from where his feet lay, he glanced at the lava sinking before him, before having to force himself to look again, because that wasn’t Tommy.
He could smell the ash clinging to the man’s clothes as he stepped off the moving platform, giving a nod to Sam. His scruff looked significantly more untamed, and his hair was long enough to be tied back.
“Sapnap?” Dream muttered, in utter disbelief, attempting to stand up on his unsturdy legs.
“You expected me not to see you?”
His tone was light, but his body language was filled with pain and grief. Dream couldn’t blame him.
If George was his moon, and Dream was the sun, Sapnap was his Earth. A constant rock between the insane ebb and flow of his and the brunette’s intense and heated relationship. Just as he needed George more than he needed to breathe, Sapnap was his air. He kept him sane, forcing him to stay grounded, implanted into his roots of the ground he stood on. Dream disregarded that, taking everything he’d been given for granted. He disregarded everything, didn’t he?
But, he loved Sapnap, with everything he had, he truly did.
“Yeah. Why-Why would you even-”
“-I saw George’s notes,” He stepped forward, pulling folded papers with burnt edges from the pocket of his pants. Dream deflated at that, wanting to curl in a small ball.
“You- You said that you knew I was moving on- onto-”
Dream let himself smirk as the shorter man in front of him failed to finish his sentence without his face burning.
“I see the way you look at him, Sapnap. I-I have for a long time,” The expression resting on Dream’s face slowly shifted, melting downwards, trying to continue.
“Look we need to-”
“-No, listen, you need to understand that I’m still mad at you,” Sapnap interrupted, moving a hand in front of him, continuing bold eye contact.
“You-You destroyed the home us three built together, you took all the things that mattered to us, you- you broke us apart, Dream,”
The words fell out of his mouth like oil, splattering and covering the room in dark filth. He wasn’t lying, but the misconception dangerously implied, bit at every part of Dream’s being. He shook his head, sandy hair moving with him and he reached toward his once best friend.
“You don’t understand I-I just wanted us to- I needed you two to be safe even if it meant-”
He paused, seeing the fear and hope mix in dangerous hues of yellow and orange within the shorter’s dark eyes.
“Even if it meant that I couldn’t be safe with you.”
A deafening pause fell over the room as Dream reached into his hair and pulled on his roots.
“Fuck, Sapnap, you- it was never just going to be the three of us. Even I knew that, and when you met Karl we-” Dream moved to make eye contact again.
“I knew you were moving on, so I tried to, too.”
Sapnap’s mind was melting with both confliction and regret. He’d sworn he’d never fully forgive Dream for the chaos, the bloodshed, the anguish in his loved ones’ eyes, being something that he caused. He mulled over the grim words again, before shakily breathing his own into existence.
“Why did you give me the chords of where you’re going?”
The blonde was taken aback, as his eyebrows knit together.
“What?”
“I could tell everyone. I could tell them everything about your favor to Techno, how you escaped, and your exact location down to your Y value. I could make you pay for every piece of hurt you’ve caused me, and the people I love.”
The fire in his words burned, as Dream shook his head, letting out a small breath.
“Us being happy has been your only goal since we started building together. And if you'd’ve read the whole thing in your hand, you’d know that all I want is to be with him, Sapnap.” Dream whispered, tears he did not know were awake threatening to spill over and drop onto his cheek, painting his face with clown makeup.
“I don't want to be a villain. I don’t want to cause chaos, I don't want to hurt people anymore. All I want is to fulfill every goddamn promise I’ve made that boy since the first night we watched the stars together.”
A tear droplet painted his freckles. Sapnap’s expression dropped, running his tongue blithely over his lips. Nothing was heard besides the sniffle echoing off the cold purple rock coming from Dream. His Earth was shaking, causing a much deserved Earthquake to an unprepared sun, desperately clinging onto any hope of empathy. He’d feared it had run out from the arsonist when he first heard word of a bouncy brunette caught in the crossfire during Schlatt’s reign from Dream’s bow. The burnt forest later wasn’t much of a surprise, and neither was the ash-coated black hoodie draped over said boy’s body during his days in the infirmary.
“I wasn’t wrong, you know.” The black-haired man finally said, after taking another step forward.
“What?”
“When I said you were whipped. You remember when we were supposed to be collecting wood for the bridges? You kept zoning out staring at the motherfucker literally just sitting by the lake.”
It was the first time Sapnap had smiled during his visit. Dream found himself smiling too.
“So, this was your first time seeing him since L’manberg right?” His tone seemed hesitant as if he was pushing a line he was terrified to cross. Dream tilted his head quizzically.
“Yeah, I mean you guys were like in hiding or something why did you-”
Oh .
His skin sizzled as the image of George’s goggles falling to the floor and the dark mark covering his eye. He almost hissed as he remembered the stumbling back the brunette did in an attempt to cover his wound from Dream.
“We were absent for so long because I needed to make sure he’d heal as much as he could, Dream.”
For the second time during a visit, he felt like falling to his knees.
You caused it, you caused it, you caused it, you caused it, you hurt him, you hurt him, you hurt him, you hurt him, you-
“I can see you spiraling. Breath with me, man,”
The blonde hadn’t noticed he’d started hunching over until a tan hand was firmly pressing on each of his shoulders, making direct eye contact with him.
Sapnap was his Earth. He was okay. He was grounded.
In for four, hold for four, out for four.
“Thanks.” Dream muttered, giving a weak smile. Sapnap’s throat rumbled in response, squeezing his shoulders.
“Maybe you need us more than you thought you did,”
That’s for damn sure.
The air was no longer tense, as the shorter man leaned forward to wrap his arms around his friend’s waist, cheek awkwardly pressed to his chest. Dream let himself do the same, keeping his tender nature. His hair and body reeked of smoke and ash, not that he’d expect anything different. Part of him wondered what he was managing to burn anymore.
He’d realized this was the last time he would see his best friend for quite a while and squeezed him tighter.
“You read everything in there, yeah?” He’d mumbled, attempting to keep his composure for both of their sake.
“‘Course I did.”
It was a silent confirmation he knew when he could see them. They needed to be careful, throughout everything, and they couldn’t have a small slip up from Sapnap constantly disappearing blow apart everything they’d spent months building upon.
They’d see him soon, but not as soon as the trio had once fantasized about what seemed like eternities ago.
But it was enough for them.
They held onto each other for longer than they should have, only breaking apart when they’d heard the telltale switches of levers revoking lava once again.
Dream had expected to have to wait significantly longer for Techno to come, a newfound bitterness to the experience being added to the realization he’d have to wait longer before he’d hold his love in his arms.
Which is why it was quite a shock when he saw the same cobblestone pillars that carried his angel to his arms being leapt across by a man in a pig mask.
The newfound anxiety in him sparked flames in his gut, suddenly very aware of the imminent death approaching him if he were to make one small slip up.
“Hey,” Dream started, attempting to make some form of small talk amongst the two. The air only became tenser, as Techno placed poofs of redstone dust towards the outside of his cell, allowing the iron to wrench open with a few torches.
Stunned at the haste, Dream stepped forward and out of the small cage he’d been trapped in. He took some mental energy to send a goodbye to the clock he’d been spinning on his wall, his books and pages he’d filled with notes bundled in his arms still.
“Where’s Sam?”
“Gone. Meeting with Bad and a few others. Something about an egg,” He responded, keeping his body still.
“You have the things?” The blonde asked, reaching a hand out expectantly. Techno grunted, pulling out a small green drawstring back and opening it to show the glowing bottle inside. A smirk fell over his face as he held the round bottle in his hands, the feeling over power in the pod and himself grew as the hues of light green and yellow swirled together in deep clouds.
“You did your part, correct?” Techno spoke, shifting his own bag on his shoulder, moving to cross his arms and lean against the obsidian lazily. Dream nodded, taking a letter stained with more black ink than the others and added a few finishing touches by crumpling and un-crumpling it with his hands before gingerly leaving it on the floor.
Taking a few steps away from the note holding the last of what anyone here would see of him, he toyed with the glass bottle in his hands, flicking it upwards into the air just slightly before sending it hurtling to the floor next to his cauldron and paper. The glass shards dissipated from the ground, leaving three pieces of gold and green XP in their wake.
These were his last remains.
It was almost poetic in a way, the thought of him passing away in the same way Tommy was supposed to moons and moons ago during his exile. The difference here was that Dream was not a hero, and this was not a heroic way to make his exit.
But Dream never wanted to be a hero like the brit did, did he? No, he may have been told that nights and nights ago, but he never believed it, and he would never believe it. His eyes fixated on the XP, and let out a shriek, a high cry of mock pain for anyone within the walls to hear, before giving a nod to Techno.
The pink-haired man wordlessly took his arm, leading him to parkour back over the cobblestone from before. He quickly lit a redstone stone torch off the tip of the weapon he held, activating a piston to hit his desired button and lever. The cobblestone shrunk back and the orange fire fell upon the room, covering it floor to ceiling as if nothing had happened. The memories of Dream showing George blueprints of this exact secret feature came flooding back to him as he couldn’t stifle a smirk.
All without letting so much as a breath out, Dream kicked the torch up into his hand, reverting the redstone, before he slid to the opposite end of the hall and ran a finger across a section of obsidian that washed a wave of nostalgia over him.
“This is important! Trust me, you’ll need it someday,” Dream laughed, holding George’s wrists in his hands procuring an eye roll from the shorter.
“Sure I will, Dream. When the fuck am I gonna need to know how to open a tunnel in a maximum security prison?” He responded, not putting up a fight to escape.
“It’s for safety, Georgie, you never really know.”
“Maybe with you I don't.”
Fire bloomed in the pairs’ chests, before the taller was pressed behind the brunette, large hands covering the tops of his delicate ones. George’s breathing hitched, as Dream guided his hand to the top of the obsidian section in front of them.
“You make an L,” He started, voice significantly lower, causing the hairs on the back of George’s neck to stick up involuntarily. Neither could tell where one started and the other began.
“Then back to the original point and make a right,”
Dream’s heartbeat was quick against the shorter’s back. He wanted to memorize every touch he was feeling in the moment. How delicate and small George’s hands looked compared to his, his pale neck leaning back almost resting against his shoulder and collarbone, the short and small breaths he was taking to stay steady. He wanted to memorize his imprint on his body and never let it go. Dream swallowed thickly.
“Then you make a diagonal down.”
George unconsciously left his finger against the purple rock as Dream murmured one last thing against his neck. George could feel his scruff scratching at his shoulder.
“And that’s how you do it.”
Dream ran his thumb against the wall, only brought back into reality by a large axe nudging his shoulder.
“Daydream on your boat ride,” Techno deadpanned, causing Dream to flush red and quickly retrace the pattern he memorized. He could practically feel George’s slender form against him.
Obsidian lifted, leaving a small crawl space for the pair to leave. Hurriedly, Techno crawled through first with surprising ease despite his bulky clothing and materials clinging to him. A few seconds after Dream followed, he heard the wall rumble back into place as it finally hit him he was leaving ,
Dream knew better than anyone that this pathway was more than a short trip. He’d wondered if George almost didn’t come see him, just by overthinking throughout the length of the trek. Where would he be if his moon had turned around?
Probably in that damn cell.
The bundle of notes in his mini backpack came to the forefront of his mind during his thoughts of George. Would he ever show them to him? Surely he would eventually.
The scribbled out love confessions and propositions stayed secure within the binds of books, never intending to see the light of day. This concept led him to writing beyond simple love confessions, some were angry, pen-breaking, curses at Punz and Sam, people he’d once perceived as friends. Others were sentences and paragraphs built on the fire in his gut, dripping with sin he’d never dare show a soul.
Perhaps that would change.
He was shot out of his train of thoughts by a sharp sting in his freckled forearm. He hissed at the pain and the small trickle of blood coming from him. His eyes narrowed on a piece of scuffed obsidian, he’d assumed a piece had cracked off, leaving sharp needles in its place.
The tunnel grew wider as it angled upwards. Dream could make out the stars from just beyond Techno’s head. They didn’t shine as bright as his own angel, but they’d do for tonight.
When they reached the top of the prison, it was like he was breathing for the first time. The night air was crisp against his freckled, warm cheeks, biting at his warmth with ferocity. The pink haired man slung his bag down, pulling out a deep forest green cloak from his hold. The obnoxious orange jumpsuit clinging to the blonde’s body became extremely apparent to him in that moment.
“Where’d you get this?” Dream mumbled, buttoning the cloak and pulling the hood over his head. He’d blended completely into the dark night that had fallen over the pair.
“George gave it to me when I asked if he had something extra to cover you in. Said something about him making it a while ago.” Techno droned on, shuffling with his bag again and taking out a hand full of dark turquoise orbs.
Dream flushed, holding the fabric closer to him than before, and made a mental note to bring it up with George when he got home.
Home…
Adjusting his mask, Techno dropped a handful of ender pearls into the blonde’s grasp, nodding towards the ocean past the edge of Greater Dream SMP.
The blonde took one last breath, glancing over the land that was once his. What was once theirs . Earth, Sun and Moon living in perfect harmony together. He’d winced at his last look at the ruins of the Community House, an effect of the violent eruption of chaos and misery he’d caused, searching for his own safety and sanity without his George.
He supposed it didn’t matter anymore. He was going home.
The pairs’ legs felt a familiar twing of stinging against them as their pearls landed off the tall building, as far as they could manage. Dream had insisted on this part, as he knew every alarm they could trip in their escape. Pearling was necessary.
Didn’t mean it wasn’t a pain in the ass to do repetitively, though.
A small boat was waiting for him at the edge of the dock, and the same nerves and butterflies wracked his body as he turned back to Techno. This was their goodbye.
“It’s been fun, Dream. Helping me with anarchy and overthrow, truly lovely memories.”
Dream smirked at that, letting out a hushed laugh before throwing a quick-witted response.
“I’m shocked you’ve trusted me throughout this. I could’ve been lying about all of this and-”
“You’d never lie to George, we both know that well,” Techno interrupted, facial expression not changing, as he pulled his mask off, examining the tusks. Dream’s cocky attitude stiled at that, attempting to cover his red cheeks as the wind battered at the pair.
“Pleasure working with you. I have no doubt you and George will be very happy, wherever the hell you’re going,” The pink-haired man gave a true smile, reaching out his left hand for him to take.
“You too, Techno. It’s been nice,” came Dream’s response, accepting the hand shake, before turning back to his boat. This was everything he’d been waiting for, wasn’t it?
Swinging his bag into his lap to pull out food, he placed himself in the small wooden frame, adjusting himself to fit as comfortably as he could (one of the rare moments he cursed his height).
He turned to look back at his once home again, giving a wave to Techno. The moon lit up the houses and buildings he’d once roamed adorning netherite armor, feeling like a God among man. It hit Dream that this was not his home anymore, as his home carried a cool breeze like touch, fluffy tufts of hair like that of lilacs, arms that could paint canvases with the stores they’d told, and an elliptical pattern to their daily life rotating around whatever he deemed significant that day.
His home held in the heart of a moon who had no idea what power he’d held over him. And now he was going to be with that moon together, finally tied together in the stars like they’d always dreamed of being.
In Dream’s usual nature, despite his mind becoming mush and his eyes aching to shrink shut, he refused to sleep throughout the boat ride, continuing to row beyond the point where his arms became numb and heavy like lead. He knew he was damaging his body, but as the hillside began to creep up on the horizon, he truly couldn’t bring himself to care.
His aching arms moved with more haste trying to get to the shore as fast as he could. Vaguely he could make out curls of smoke peeking from behind the trees encasing the land. His long legs were numb from being curled in a boat for hours, yet that didn’t stop him from sprinting out of the wooden box with every last bit of strength he had, bag of memories, books, and food slung on his back.
Although, Dream often overestimated himself, and this was one of these times as his body gave out and fell onto the dirt in front of him. It was then the aching of his body and deep thumping in his head had set in as he let out a loud groan.
“Hey handsome, you come here often?” A voice like butter asked, before the most beautiful melody of laughs Dream had ever heard rang through his ears. His head shot up to see his moon, unabashedly knelt down in front of him, the sunrise making his already gorgeous being shine with an extra layer of brightness. The breath was already knocked out of the blonde from the fall, but his lungs tightened more and he felt like breathing was an impossible task. The soreness in his body dissipated mentally as he launched himself upwards, forcing the brunette on his back as he peppered his face with soft pecks, producing more giggles.
“Hello to you too, dumbass,” George replied, fingers curling into Dream’s hair and letting him do as he wished. The taller was held up by his forearms, pulling away to stare almost embarrassingly long into his love’s eyes.
They were the only piece of George that truly allowed Dream in, giving him the ability to read him and understand. He’d fallen in love with the dark shade of brown multiple times over, adoring the way they’d shift depending on the hour, glowing with orange undertones at sunset or sunrise, deepening and pupils dilating in the night, and even in plain light where the hues of brown curled together to form a beautiful creation always resting in himself and his being. No ocean, or hill, or mountain could ever compare to the beauty harnessed in his moon’s eyes.
“God, you’re perfect.” Dream mumbled before messily connecting their lips, sinking into each other and molding to where they truly belonged. The brunette’s slender hands slid throughout wild, blonde waves, content with the overwhelming warmth blooming between the pair and the scent of oak filling his nose. The heat smothering him was the happiest he had been in quite a long time, with his sun encasing him and wrapping his entire being around him. As long as he was in his sun’s arms, he was safe. He’d always be.
When Dream pulled away, he noticed George’s eyes fluttering open and fixating on something beyond his face.
“What?” He questioned, letting one of his own hands wander to the brunette’s waist. His face flushed in response, jerking his hand away and mumbling a soft response.
“What was that, Georgie?” Dream smirked, leaning their faces closer than before, producing an eye roll and an even redder face from the man under him.
“I just said I like your hair, stupid.”
It took the blonde a second to reach up and see what was special before, letting his cockiness take over.
“What, you like when my hair’s long?”
The brunette flushed again before pulling their faces together again, effectively shutting him up.
It was true that Dream’s hair had become significantly longer than before the wars and chaos, as he wasn’t focused on keeping it tamed or cut. It was just long enough to be tied back in a bun, and the blonde had come to like the length despite the annoying nature of it at times.
George pulled away, pushing on the taller’s chest to sit and stand up, as Dream let himself chase his lips as he pulled away. The brunette reached out a hand to help him get to his feet, only for the blonde to shakily make his way up despite his aching legs.
“You need to rest, why the fuck didn’t you sleep on the way here?” George laughed, softly interlacing their fingers together, letting butterflies swirl between them.
“Wanted to see you. Seven days too long since I’d last seen you,” the taller responded, bringing his moon’s hand to his lips as they walked towards the stone brick building.
It truly was quite beautiful and homey, the floors and foundation laid with stone brick, and variations of oak wood encasing the two-story building and logs being the support. It felt surreal as Dream stepped onto the stairs again, after what seemed like months since the previous time, with his lover’s hand wrapped in his.
He’d dreamed of the exact moments he was living, the horrors and pain of their older lives fading to nothingness as they realized they were finally together, in each other’s being, for the rest of time.
George lazily pulled the taller through the hallways and up the stone stairs, his bag thumping to the floor at the entryway of the room, getting him to sit on the edge of their bed, seeing his eyes fighting to stay open, and lips stiling against his own slender wrist. The blonde’s green eyes shot open, still dilated and heavily laced with drowsiness.
“What happened to your hand?” He mumbled, turning over George’s wrist and running a thumb down the deep gash in his palm. The brunette hummed, moving his eyes to the wound.
“On the way to see you there was broken obsidian in the tunnel and it scraped me.”
Dream felt a sharpness in his forearm from what he thought to be the same piece of obsidian. He stood up on long wobbly legs, pushing the brunette onto the bed with a small dip. George let out a soft laugh, eyes fixated on his idiot in front of him, the fondness and love never leaving his stare.
“What are you-” He attempted to start, before Dream turned from the dresser he was rummaging with a roll of ace tape, walking back towards George and moving onto his knees in front of him. Their height difference was extremely noticeable as even on his knees, Dream was to George’s full height, even a little past, while sitting.
Tenderly, his skilled hands gently covered the wound with the bandages, littering small kisses with each wrap. The brunette watched in awe at the softness in the moment, the first between them that had not felt like it was making up for lost time.
Just two astral beings completely enthralled with each other’s gentle touches and glances.
Before George could register the exchange, his wound was bandaged and one tan hand possessively gripped his thigh while the other was cupping his face. Their lips fell together again in gentle bliss, a calloused thumb rubbing steady circles on the brunette’s inner thigh.
Dream glanced just past the brunette fixating his eyes before sharply gasping.
“George is that my-”
The brunette turned around glancing at the table sitting under a window with a white ceramic piece gingerly resting on it. His face flushed as he re-examined the reconnected pieces of the item Dream had treasured for a long time.
“Sapnap found its pieces on the floor from where Tommy broke it in the- the underground disc room. He-He thought I should have it in case I never saw you again so I had something to- to keep a piece of you with you,” George blurted, face full of mortification refusing to make eye contact. The blonde felt overwhelmed with both adornation and confusion at the sentiment, licking his lips before speaking.
“But why would you want to keep something that would remind you of the terrible things I did?” He whispered, eyes flickering between the features on the man’s face.
George’s face burned as he looked away at the wall to the right of him.
“I-I guess I never associated it with that I always-” His breathing hitched, not wanting to let the admission fall from his lips. Barely moving his lips, he squeezed his eyes and continued.
“I always thought it was... hot? Like the-the whole mystery type-”
Without letting him say anything else the blonde connected their lips in a searing kiss, smiling into his mouth at both the exchange and the man as a whole. Becoming more adventurous, he gently tugged at the brunette’s bottom lip, hands gripping tighter against his hips giving a few shudders from his body.
Before they got too ahead of themselves, George broke away first, staying suffocatingly close.
“You look like you’re gonna pass out, lay down,” He mumbled against his lips.
Dream stood up, shifting forward and falling onto the mattress, bringing the brunette with, still facing him with pure infatuation lacing his eyes.
“You’re perfect,” The blonde rumbled, placing a soft kiss to his forehead, before wincing as his thumb ran over the scar on his cheek. George noticed the pain forming behind his eyes and quickly moved to cup his face.
“Marks will fade, love,” he whispered, conveying every ounce of love he had left in his body through their eye contact. He knew the blonde would never stop feeling bad for the pain he inflicted, albeit unintentionally, and he was more than willing to never stop holding him and telling him it was okay.
“Some of the marks I don’t want to fade,” Dream laughed weakly, thumb trailing to the almost completely gone bruise on the brunette’s pulse point and pressing in. George let out an unconscious shudder and fell into the touch, before laughing too.
“Those you can remake.”
Hues of navy blue and yellow molded together between their eyes, as their bodies were pulled magnetically closer as if trying to reach temporal equilibrium. The two beings not quite noticing where they ended and the other began under the addictive touch.
Dream gently rolled George onto his other side, two hands pulling at his waist and being placed flush against his chest. The blonde’s chin dug into the smaller’s shoulder, his breath hot on his neck.
“Anytime?” Dream mumbled, continuing the conversation as he took in gulpfulls of the brunette’s scent with no shame.
“You’re such an idiot.” The small rumbles of his laugh bounced off the blonde’s chest. The phrase held such endearment, and as always had affection and infatuation dripping from every syllable.
The blinds were pulled shut, not allowing the blearing sun now fully risen to shine through. Their sleep schedules would continue to be completely out of wack, but in their own corner of the universe, it didn’t quite seem to matter. The cloak of forest green draped over both of the pair, encasing and solidifying the future they’d been building upon for months and months, dreaming about for longer than either could fully comprehend.
Just as sleep was overtaking them, mumbled promises fell from Dream’s lips.
“Mine.”
His grip tightened on the boy’s waist at the worst, fingers digging in deliciously to the pale expanse. George sighed, arching his neck to fall on his sun’s shoulders, after moons and moons of pain feeling beyond elated.
“Yours.”