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Being the god of the moon wasn’t too difficult of a job. All you had to do was sleep away the day until it was time to shine a light upon all the people dreaming and/or dancing throughout the night.
The most difficult thing about George’s job, however, happened to be the god of the sun. This god named Dream practically made it his life’s mission to annoy George out of his mind. Constant flirtatious remarks were thrown the brunette’s way whenever they were unfortunate enough to meet.
Today wasn’t any different. The sun god, draped in white garments with a wooden crown placed firmly on top of his golden hair, made his way to George’s elegant, silver palace of the moon.
When he arrived, the brunette had just awoken from his slumber, and the night was only just beginning to fall. His pale body was draped on plush blue cushions over a silver throne as he watched the moon through a massive window.
Dream walked up to the brunette and sat down on the opposite side of the couch (he knew how much the moon god valued his space). Once seated, Dream turned to see George’s eyes wide with reverence. He was looking at the stars and nebulas as if they were the only things in the universe. Dream knew that, here, in the moon’s palace, the galaxy was all George had.
“Isn’t it so beautiful?” the brunette asked in a daze. “The reflection from the sun hits just right and the moon shines brilliantly.”
Dream secretly loved when George talked like this, he could listen to George speak for hours.
The brunette would go on and on about how beautiful the galaxy was and Dream would sit there, listening, and seeing the world through George’s eyes.
As George went on and on about the stars and the asteroid belts, Dream sat idly by, soaking up the way the moon god talked and moved: the way his eyes glazed over the outside space, how his lips twisted into a smile whenever he mentioned the sun, when he finally finished his rant and laid his head back against the couch and sighed a deep breath.
“Sorry,” George spoke softly, his head still resting firmly against his pillow, “I talked too much.”
“It’s okay,” Dream began with a smile. “I like listening to you.”
George stayed quiet, tilting his head impossibly further back in an effort to hide his newly pink cheeks. Dream let out a small chuckle, and in a moment, George stretched out his legs and kicked the blonde in the stomach. His legs resided on Dream’s lap afterward, pale skin meeting silky-white garments.
“You’re such an idiot,” Dream muttered under a smile.
“I guess you’re in love with an idiot,” George retorted.
Blush was painted over Dream’s cheeks as he leaned back. “Well, I didn’t say that .”
“Hmph,” George sighed as he moved his legs so one was on top of another. Before he could adjust to this new position, however, Dream had taken the brunette’s pastel feet in his hands and began tickling them with a feather-light touch.
George laughed for a moment, but he then sat up and pulled his feet away when Dream’s antics went a bit too far.
“I hate you,” he said with the biggest smile Dream had ever seen.
“You love me,” the sun god rebuked, a taunt in his voice.
George relaxed against the sofa again, deep blue meeting a fragile peach. His legs found Dream’s lap once more and by the look of his face, Dream knew not to touch him again.
The pair stayed like that, in silence, for the rest of the evening.
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The next time Dream visited, the moon god was said to be in his study.
Tall wooden bookcases lined the wall, paving the way for a colossal planetary model in the middle of the room.
George was sitting cross-legged on a silk, navy chair as he flipped through the pages of a small silver book. His eyes met with Dream’s as the blonde entered the room.
The brunette said nothing and only watched as the sun god sat down on the opposite side of the model from him. They could see each other through the in-between spaces of the model, where there was room for the galaxy to roam.
The gods sat like that for a long time, bathing in each other’s presence. George had continued reading his book while Dream picked up his own along the way. The sun god inconspicuously looked over at the moon god every other minute, fancying the overall sense of calmness emanating from George’s body.
Hours, minutes, or days later, George finally looked over and matched Dream’s eyes with his own. “Why do you keep staring at me?” he asked in a voice so low it could have been mistaken for a whisper.
“You know why, George,” Dream responded, his voice just as small as the brunette’s had been.
The moon god smiled to himself and went back to reading. A moment later, he spoke in a small mumble. “I think you like me too much.”
“Hmm,” Dream muttered to himself, relaxing further into his own chair. “Well, that’s true.”
George stayed silent for a moment, staring daggers at the blonde’s relaxed state. Then, he stood up and walked over to the opposite side of the model. “You’re so annoying, Dream.” He was hovering over the sun god now, looking down at him with concealed rage. “I can't believe that out of everyone in the universe, I managed to fall for you.”
Dream was grinning now. “I'm just irresistible, what can I say?”
The moon god huffed and sat down on the ground, leaning his head back against Dream’s chair, and sitting in between the sun god’s legs. He then tilted his head upwards so he could see the blonde’s face above him. “You’re the absolute worst,” George said with a huge smile.
“But you love me anyway,” Dream responded with a grin. “It only took you centuries to figure it out.”
Their mouths, lips, noses moved closer together until there was barely a breeze of air in between them.
“Dream?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you really going to make me be the one to kiss you?”
The blonde smiled and closed his eyes.
George rolled his eyes before reaching his arms up and tugging on Dream’s golden hair. He quickly kissed Dream on the nose before leaning further back in between the blonde’s legs.
“Really, George?”
This time, the moon god smiled and closed his eyes.
Dream moved only a few more inches forward and finally pressed his lips against George’s. It was short- lips lingering for only a few moments- but it was sweet. It was as if all the stars in the galaxy had finally lined up.
One kiss led to another and it soon felt like they were kissing for days, weeks, months without end. They were the only two people in the world. God touching god. Sun kissing moon. Light meeting dark.
The world had never been more opposite.