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    Day 3: Flowers

    “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 aching and worry-worn. George shivers at the thought. Of a life without him.

    “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 lets out a wet and broken laugh at the overly romantic pet name that he associates with his beloved. Dream does so 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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    29 Dec 2020

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    He’s withstood the cold and the rain. The pain and the heartache. He has loved stone so it could be turned into marble. George is a boat at sea made to withstand the most treacherous of storms. He is a willow tree in the thunder, standing unafraid and proud in peril. He is brimstone and hellfire in the form of an aching- lovelorn heart.

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    “Dude, my TA is so your type,” Sapnap said in greeting, sitting down across from Dream in the library.

    “Huh?” Dream said. “How do you know my type?”

    “He’s like… twink central,” Sapnap said.

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    Or, Sapnap watches his best friend fall in love.

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    26 Oct 2020

    Bookmarker's Notes

    George started hanging around their apartment a lot, after that.

    Sapnap thought he’d get annoyed by it at first, but George was funny, like Dream had claimed, and he actually filled out their dynamic quite nicely. He got along really well with George, even though they were at each other’s throats more often than not. George was bratty, and loved arguing, especially with Dream, but he was just as quick to retreat and pout, calling Dream to his rescue. Dream was just as on-and-off, going from bullying George mercilessly to defending him just as quick.

    Sapnap knew that once Dream decided on something, he stuck with it. And Dream had decided on George.

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    It happens fast, too fast, in between one breath and the next: Dream lands on the other side of the ravine, laughing, turning to steady George-

    And George's foot just misses the grass. Dream doesn't even get to see his body hit the ground.

    (inspired by orpheus & eurydice)

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    16 Oct 2020

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    He’d only ever been vaguely aware of these worlds- one hellish hot, the air dank and steaming, the other one a void, dotted with islands and sprawling cities and abandoned ships. He's never had reason to seek them out, not when he had forests to travel and caves to explore and George, their perfect, aimless contentment. It was George who'd sought out stories, before, those older than even villages. Now it's just him. He reads of lava and fortresses, eyes and portals and strongholds underground, of dragons-

    Dragons who trade a life for a life, theirs for one lost to the void. A prize more valuable than any hoard. Dream reads of eyes and portals and an endless darkness filled with souls, only one of which matters to him.

    He leaves the village just after midday, heart in his throat. He knows what he needs to do.

  4. Rec 81

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    Dream brought a hand to the side of George’s helmet. George leaned into his touch, feeling kind of pathetic as his face met the cold glass and plastic interior, imagining what it would be like if it was actually Dream’s hand - probably warm and calloused. Real.

    “You’re the one good thing in this terrible place,” Dream said, his voice soft and low.

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    Realistic Among Us au in which Technoblade is found dead, Dream’s the main suspect, and George is either stupid or tenacious enough to try to prove his innocence.

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    28 Sep 2020

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    Out of nowhere, breaking the silence like the surface tension of water, Dream remarked, “I wish we didn’t have to wear these stupid helmets outside of the cafeteria,”

    “Why?” George simpered, nudging Dream with his elbow, “Do you miss seeing my face that much?”

    “Yes, actually,”

    George stilled involuntarily, like an animal caught in a trap. He looked at Dream, their two helmets blankly pointed towards the other. He would’ve given anything to see his face at that moment.

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    When George bought that creepy doll from that creepy antique shop, he had planned on stuffing it into a drawer and never having to look at it again.

    The last thing he expected was for the doll to become a blond boy wearing a piss-colored hoodie.

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    28 Sep 2020

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    “I’m sorry, George,” Clay whispers. “I suggested that we do this. If this fails, and I become a doll, don’t…” he faces George, ”don’t blame yourself for this, okay? It’s my fault.”

    “Clay…” George whispers. His head is screaming at him. Clay is giving up again. But… Fuck. I’m giving up too, aren’t I? Clay.” He says it again, louder this time.

    “George…”

    All of George’s instincts are screaming at him. His heart is pounding, but wrapped in cellophane. The stinging has never felt so strong as it did now. “Clay, I’m not giving up on you.”

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