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-1
Dream and George are together. It’s no surprise, fans took it, friends accepted, family appreciated the honesty.
At this point it wasn’t a surprise that Dream spontaneously asked George to go on a date with him.
—and it wasn’t a surprise when George accepted this gesture.
So one hastily cold Sunday morning they went out. They went to this park, a small one but a beautiful one.
They walked there with their sleepy yawns and they’re groggily steps.
After a few trips on the concrete path, they both are both in need sleep, but most importantly they made it to the park.
Once they did, Dream set up a picnic spot to watch the sunset rise. It was a beautiful site. Truly one to admire.
George brought a few snacks, traditionally, in a scarlet basket.
They both ended up lying down, on their stomachs with Dreams music in their ears.
The song was loving, a song deserved to be shone across from the sun slowly rising.
Something deserved to be shone by a thousand more.
Dream creeps his hand slowly to George’s in a jokingly sense.
But he still takes his hand, and George eases into it.
George, one not fond of physical contact, accepts the way the sun now allows the moon to take over and watch the world.
To Watch this side of the world.
-2
George is considerably comfortable in his own bed while the blonde is editing visibly in-front of him.
George was hoping to fall asleep although it doesn’t seem to be happening any time soon.
So Dream, being the daring Prince in shining amour came to the rescue to kiss his sleeping beauty.
—Except he was the sleep deprived beauty.
Beautiful with half moons under his eyes, sleep wanting to consume him, but the sun refusing to give in.
Dream jumps on the bed, earning a light jab to the arm and tucks both of them under the blankets.
George was stupidly scared to make a move so Dream did.
He very comfortingly snaked his arm around George’s torso. George again accepted.
How could he not?
Soon enough they were comfortably aroused in each others bubbles.
Dream held his hand protectively. George thought Dream would never want to let go.
That’s exactly right.
-3
George was cooking, for Dream.
George knew either way Dream would be grateful for this act.
Besides even if he didn’t enjoy it, takeaway dinner is always an option.
So without much help, George goes untouched in his world, cooking.
It goes substantially well considering, before this the brunette couldn’t cook for his life.
He’s burnt a pan, started a fire and caused a smoke alarm a couple of times but nothing the fire department can’t fix.
As he platters the fried rice that was made, the brunette forgets the salt near the pots.
Quickly dodging around the kitchen island he can hear light pattering of footsteps.
At first he thinks it’s cuddly a feline, desperately yearning for attention.
But by the hands snaking again around his torso it’s a blonde yearning for attention.
Domesticity in relationships is so much like the sun shining amidst torrents of rain that keeps minds clouded.
Clouded with the aspect of just being friends but shone with the idea of more.
So Dream carefully untangled his hands from the salt and replaced his hands.
When pulling George to the dinner prepared by shorter, he twirled him around like he was the prettiest ballerina out there.
Opened his seat, like a gentlemen and sat him down.
George’s heart leaped and soured. Soured like a shooting star wanting to find the sun on the other side of the world.
-4
George has decided to go to the shops like a normal person would. Dream, the golden retriever boyfriend has decided to follow.
Grabbing a kart from the store, he fiddles with his pocket to get a scrunched up piece of paper that has all the items they need to collect.
As Dream follows behind him grabbing snacks, George prefers to get what’s needed so they can get out of there as soon as possible.
Finally coming upon the drinks section, Sapnap asked for a few things and George, within the kindness of his heart decided to grab them.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t reach the item he was after.
Dream was a sucker for being helpful, it boosts his leo ego, if you will.
But soon and swiftly the blonde swoops down the item looking proud as ever and hands him the drink.
George isn’t mad, rather more annoyed that height has advantages.
The brunette is still thankful to be able to hide under the bed and scare the taller man.
He swiftly takes the bottle and places it in the kart.
Pushing the kart forward with a smoothly paced rhythm he feels warmth behind him.
And quickly he feels a hand swooping his own and caressing the back of his hand.
It’s as beautiful as if the sun and moon would collide.
Move as one.
-5
A petite cat decided to crawl into George’s lap while he rested, listening to music.
George hears a familiar tune. It’s all of his emotions for Dream summed up.
It’s beautiful.
It’s scary.
It’s love.
So with his love, he listens to the song.
“I’m in love with you”
It’s truth, truth being spilled to the universe.
The song supports the veracity of the affirmation.
“And I know that love is just a shout in the void”
A shout into nothingness, a shout to Dream. A shout for George to live everyday like it’s his last, and love Dream.
George is still running his hand along Patches fur when he hears a subsiding creak from the door.
“And oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed”
Dream jumps on the bed and for a second the brunette thinks he’s doomed.
All the flaws Dream contains are seen, but spectacular to George.
They shine the brightest in the night sky.
Explosive peace shone to the universe.
“And that one day all of our labor’s will be returned to dust”
All those times we laugh on stream, just chilling or playing video games. Gone.
The meetings we sit in for hours just to get a hint of information. Gone
But never forgotten.
Dream lies down with him, settling right beside the shorter man.
“And I know that the sun will swallow the only earth we will ever have”
The brunette holds his hand, with the thoughts to never let go.
Never forget. To never second guess love again because the sun will always return, and so will they.
“And I’m in love with you, sorry”.