Hestia's Blood [Dreamnoblade/Dnb]

Chapter 9.

3rd Person POV:

"Is Dream still asleep?" George asked, swinging in place on a chair.

It's not always that he spends an early morning at Dream's house, sometimes there is a reason. He doesn't come here for the food, or the homey comfort which he can't achieve in his own place which he's supposed to call home, no, he comes here for Dream. And well... eating without him around? It really drains his appetite to eat without a loud chewer besides him.

Puffy's gaze seemed to soften a bit.

"Ah.. i don't know, i'm not even sure if he's in his room because the door is locked"

The brunette's gaze went into disorientation when thinking about it.

"Why? Did he have another bad nightmare..?"

Puffy shook her head.

"No, atleast he didn't tell me about it.. he usually does"

George placed his bowl back on the counter, he got up and left the kitchen. Puffy didn't ask him where is he going because she already figured out exactly. She knew what's going on, not everything but she could only figure that her kid will have to make a decision sooner or later.

Upstairs, there was the brunette infront of Dream's door, knocking gently. The male inside the bedroom already recognised the knock, he is bound to memorise and distinguish steps and knocks from certain people apart, normally that isn't for people he likes but for people he feels uncertain to trust.
After a few seconds Dream expected George to walk away but of course, the brunette repeated knocking. Without a choice, the blonde left his bed and walked over to the door, he opened it and held tightly on the handle as he stared down at George, mask on his face.

"Not coming down for breakfast?"

Dream tilted his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Nah, still sleepy.."

George knew he was lying, Dream dislikes sleeping when he knows that it won't be pleasant and he'd wake up more tired. It always takes a liar to recognise another.

"Why are you still wearing that around me?" George asked.

The brunette stepped inside without waiting for an invite since it was natural for him to do so, Dream stepped back since he couldn't really argue with it, a confused grin on his face until he stopped walking back. George walked up to him and wrapped his hands behind Dream's head, reaching out for the string that kept the mask together and untied it. There was an unreadable expression on Dream's face, being unsure of the feeling that it produces. But it wasn't that usual smug expression that George would see, it didn't have any hint of amusement, lush or teasing. It was genuine confusion.

"Ah.. you should come down and eat"

Dream broke the eye contact faster than the speed of light.

"Yeah, okay"

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After breakfast, the blonde wouldn't stick around more than he needed to, someone knocked on the door, he was the first to answer and left. That was strange but... he left so quickly that nobody even had time to question him, or take a quick glance of whoever knocked on the door. Mornings aren't as comfortable as people would potray them to be, Dream really disliked them actually. Always dozing off everyday because he wakes up at 5 am, drinking like 8 cups of coffee per day. Sometimes it gets you thinking just how is he still alive? Nightmares, severe accidents, unhealthy lifestyle, just how is he going through all of these so smoothly like butter? It was rather surprising to see him leaving the house out on his own this early, since he would have to be dragged outside even if he's the one that made the plants to get together.