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When it began.
The fluorescent coloured lights radiating from Dreams monitor illuminated his pitch black room, highlighting the features on his face. He smiled softly as he heard his friends voice echo through his headphones, on an app called Discord.
"DREAM! Come help me! Come help me! This stupid Ender-man is going to kill me!" George's voice screeched in a familiar tone, causing dream to slip out of his thoughts and run his lime-green, block avatar over a small field to where George's avatar was, desperately trying to get a hit on the tall, black being with his new iron axe.
George and Dream have been friends for years now, they had met on a Minecraft server created by their friend. Dream didn't normally make friends with random people on the internet, but when he heard George's voice for the first time, he just knew he wanted him to stay. Something about the way his voice made people smile, the way it sounded warm, and radiant.
It started with his voice.
"I'm coming, don't die!" Dreams voice cracked into a wheeze as he heard George shriek. Upon his arrival, he cut down the mob and picked up the small green pearl on the grass.
"He dropped a pearl? Nice." George commented while loudly eating a piece of cooked beef. They play like this often, chaotic and messy, hours and hours of recordings to edit in the future.
"We only need one more, and then we can kill the Ender dragon. C'mon, let's just find one in the strong-hold, then we can get to the end quicker." Dream and George ran together in the little game, under a night sky filled with stars. Dream felt a heated sensation of calmness creep into his chest as he heard George agree and let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm so ready for this challenge to be over. We've been at this for three hours now! I'm so hungry." George whined out loud for dream to hear. Dream leaned back in his chair, allowing his mind to become blank with every word Geroge could conjure up to form a sentence.
Then, it became his words.
"I know, we can take a small break once we're in the portal room for you to get food. I'll just stay here and prepare a bit." Dream suggested. George didn't say anything, but you could physically hear him considering his options greatly, that happens to be one of the things Dream genuinely loves about George, how he can take any kind of offer or suggestion and weigh the pros and cons in the matter of seconds. He can never accept anything too quickly, there always must be a bit of time before any decision is made.
"Alright, fine. I'll only be a second though." George assured, and knowing him, it would truly only be a few seconds. Dream let out a small chuckle.
"Oh, come on now. Take your time, I've got all night." Dream smirked in his silky voice, knowing full well the affect it can have in people, not just his fans.
"Guys, he said the line! He said the line! Oh come on now!" You could hear George's beautiful smile in his voice as he mocked his friend with delight. That same voice could make Dream melt into a pool of sorrow, knowing he could not hear it in the way that lovers get to hear. The privilege a women must feel, to get to hear such a voice in romantic love, warm and sincere. George and Dream were both single, but George had stated many times that his sexuality was strictly heterosexual, much to Dreams dismay. Never would he ever protest, however; George was far too incredible to beat down for something he could not control.
George laughed loudly as he heard Dream grunt. He had been beaten down to half his health by a skeleton. George's laughter caused Dream to laugh along. When George laughs, it feels utterly contagious. No matter the circumstance, someone always joined in.
Soon, it was also his laughter.
"George." Dream spoke through his tea-kettle wheezes, hiding the emptiness in his heart. "Stop making fun of me." He forced the words out like they were poison on his tongue, not allowing himself to fall silent. Silence always felt like blaring sirens of anxiety.
"Whatever you say, Dream." If George's voice was a colour, it'd be yellow. The kind of yellow the sun is before it sets, right before the sky folds into a solemn night, peaceful and happy. George was Dreams yellow, his happiness.
Eventually, it all became the colour that resides within him.
They eventually found their way back into the portal room, every Ender-eye they needed sat uniform in their respected slots on the frames, causing the centre to become an eerie, dark abyss.
"Alright, I'm gonna go make a sandwich or something. I'll be right back." George could be heard standing up, a quick shuffle and a few squeaks from his chair.
"I'll be here when you return, your highness." Dream joked around has he heard George scuff around through his microphone.
"Whatever." George spoke with a "pfft" sound emitting through his words, clearly finding the odd nickname funny. Once Dream saw the mute symbol pop up by George's discord name, he let out a sigh. Dream leaned back in his chair, resting his head on the top, letting his skull droop over the back. His hair fell off of his face, revealing his forehead, as a bead of sweat slid down his neck.
"It's so fucking hot in here." Dream groaned in a low voice, the Florida heat was starting to get to him, as it was already late May, which is when the blistering heat became just a little too much to handle. He could never find an escape to all this humidity, the air conditioner could be considered useless, as it hardly let off any cool air. Even just thinking seemed to create an even hotter resting heat. His room was sweltering at a constant.
'Not as hot him.' He didn't have the time to shut out his intrusive thought, and as soon as the sinful words popped into mind, he brought his hand up to cover his eyes in disgust.
These unholy thoughts didn't begin until recently; not that he could remember the exact date. It started with the thought I love you.
When this happened, he immediately turned it into a joke, because at least if he was 'joking' he didn't have to admit the truth. He started finding all kinds of crazy ways to get George to say those three words. Shoving flowers in his hot bar until he had no other choice, offering a picture of his face; which George has never seen. Even his famous line, "George, just tell me you love me! C'mon I love you! Tell me you love me!" People have used that line thousands of times for anything they could think of- edits, fan arts, fan fictions. Dream never cared, he was happy his fans would take time out of their day to create art just for him and his friends. It made him feel special.
Dream has only ever heard George say he loves him few, and far between. A rare sentence for George to say, but that just made it so much more special.
The colour became special.
"I can't keep thinking of him that way. I'm never going to get with him." He grumbled in a deep whisper, so that no one could hear. Not that they would, however; he lives alone. "I want him so bad, his voice could sear through thick, metal- just like acid." He continued out loud, but quiet enough to be his own private thoughts. It's true, what Dream is saying, not even a flask could hold George's angelic voice, the metal would just bubble up and allow his voice to cut right through.
"Why does he have to be so perfect? This is unfair. What could I have done to be punished this way?" Dream pondered aloud once again. Every single day, George brought him this happiness that he could not describe, not even if his life depended on it. It was like George's voice was sweet honey, honey that you'd kill to taste, cut through crowds just to get a spoonful. Dream would fight to the end of time to keep George happy, even the thought of George crying was enough for Dream to break down himself. It's almost unfair, really. Unfair thar Dream couldn't control how deeply and strongly he craved this person. A person who did not crave him back. Perhaps this is why he feels like dissolving?
None the less of all Dreams melting away, George was precious, and he intended to treat him that way, like gold.
All this, it all turned into something more precious then gold.
Sometimes, Dream would sit for hours watching George live-stream, but wouldn't join the call himself unless someone had done something to him directly. He loved to watch the way George would light up at the smallest things, the way he'd laugh when someone said something even remotely funny, the way he would avoid any questions about his relationship with Dream. Every inch, every small fraction of George was perfection, he was more valuable then any gem this planet could preduce. George is special, and Dream will never not love him in every way.
"If only you know what you do to me." Dream sighed, discontentment was a part of his day to day life by this point. His voice sounded raspy from laying his head back too far, but he did not bother to move, that would cause him to return to reality, and he refused to do so if he didn't have to. He'd rather drown in his thoughts of George alone in his dark room then be able to breath.
"I'm back!" George's voice boomed through his headphones, causing him to shoot up from his seat, bringing him back to the dreaded reality he constantly tried to escape.
It all became real.
"Alright, sick. What'd you get?" Dream brought his fingers back to his key board and mouse to move his avatar around, rearranging his inventory to allow for better combat.
"A peanut butter and jelly sandwich." George spoke happily, sounding much better then he did before. Dream couldn't help his breath hitch when his friend spoke so giddy, but he wasn't about to let that show, even if it was all he was thinking about.
"That's it!? I had to wait here in Agony while you got a tiny sandwich and ate that? What the hell George! You could've made more food then that!" Dream went on in his silly voice, clearly only messing around for a laugh, and video content.
"Dream, I live alone. I barely eat anything." George pointed out, laughing along with Dreams voice.
It became love.
"GEORGE! Do you want me to come to England and force feed you?" Dream yelled in his signature voice.
"If you want." George let out a small laugh, coming out as more of a breath. Those words rubbed Dream the wrong way just a bit too much, because only he knew how badly he really did want to, he just couldn't. Not with his mind like this.
"Alright fine, I'm coming to England to cook you better food!" Dream kept joking, but he longed for George to hear the truth in his voice, wanting nothing more then to buy himself a ticket and fly out that night, just to see Geroge in person. But he couldn't, no, not that he couldn't. He was perfectly capable of flying there on a whim in the matter of seconds. No, it's that he wouldn't. Wouldn't do that to George, to himself. He felt like he was losing control, even of his mind.
It became real, warm love.
"No you're not." Geroge laughed. "I don't even know what you look like, don't lie." George kept laughing, causing Dream to feel a pang of sadness he could not describe.
"You've never seriously asked for a face reveal!" Dream protested, watching his words carefully, as he knew that the whole world would be able to hear soon. They continued to bicker as they entered the new dimension; the End.
"What do you mean seriously? What am I meant to do? Send you a text on Snapchat and hope that you think I'm serious enough?" George protested, shooting an arrow at one of the crystals atop the pillars, hitting it dead-on.
"I don't know, You've never tried!" They both sounded detached from their conversation, due to them trying to take out the dragon. All they had to do was get some banter in so they could have enough content to post. This particular video was going up on George's channel.
"Alright fine, I guess I'll just have to try then!" They argued back and forth until George has made the achievement, 'free the end.'
"Yes! I killed it for once!" George cheered himself on while Dream jokingly groaned in the background. they had finally finished this challenge, after about four hours of filming.
Once they ended the video, they began to discuss how much footage would go into the video, and what things to keep and what not.
"What's the title gonna be?" Dream asked as he sent over a few clips of his point of view for the video.
"Maybe 'Minecraft, But we're slow.' Because people will probably click on it thinking we're either actually slow, or dumb slow." Dream wheezed at George's thinking.
It has become too real.
"I mean, sure. Go with that." Dream teased as he started to close out of his computer, only leaving it on to finish the Discord call.
"I will, thank you." George said all matter-of-factly. "What time is it in Florida?" George questioned, also beginning to close down his monitor, planning on doing some editing tomorrow.
"Almost one in the morning." He stated, rolling his head back to the position it was before, when George was off getting his food. He felt the familiar cold cross his body when he remembered that he was going to have to end the call with his best-friend, and be lonely again.
George's voice heated dreams core like a wild fire, quick sensations of heat blasting through his bones in rage every time he spoke.
"Jeez, go to sleep, Florida man." They laughed together at the stupid comment and nickname George had bestowed upon Dream.
"Alright, alright. Talk to you in the morning, Gogy." Dream had not created that nickname unfortunately, in-fact, he couldn't even remember who did. But it was definitely a Sapnap thing to say.
Once the call ended Dream stood up from his chair and turned off his monitor, darkness filling his room. If it weren't for the moonlight beaming in through his window, he'd likely be in a state of eigengrau, but he wasn't so lucky.
He settled into his bed and laid in perfect silence, the familiar feeling of hiraeth siting in his chest, weighing him down. George was a home that he could not go to, he was so far away, and even if he could somehow be with George right now, he'd still feel lonely in his presence. All Dream wanted was to be able to hold him in his arms, and enjoy the heat that George's soul emits.
So real that he feared showing it.
"I'll never be that lucky." He mumbled aloud. You wouldn't be able to hear it at first, but the deep sadness from his voice was enough to cause a thick sheet of ice to pass over his overly hot home. He continued to toss and turn around his bed, never being satisfied with the way he was lid down, always finding something wrong.
He eventually gave up, deciding that being comfortable would never be a privilege he can have- so instead, he grabbed his phone, playing a familiar tune that reminded him so much of George that it hurt. He sighed and closed his eyes as the song began to play.
"No flask can keep it." The song began to drum softly in his ears. He very much enjoyed the acoustic version better while he was trying to sleep. But when it was the middle of the day, he always played the original.
Because if George knew- he may run away.
"Please don't leave." Were his final thoughts before sinking into slumber.