Cwalu

                                    

                                          



This is hardly edited and also the second update this week as promised! im going on holiday  and then i have exam results AND my birthday but updates should continue as normal :)
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If George were more comfortable around her he would have stolen his camera back solely to photograph Niki's face at that moment.

                          
Her brow was furrowed, short blonde hair laying flat against her face as she seemed to compute what Dream had just told her. "The future?"
                          
Dream and George nodded in unison, almost awkwardly.
                          
"How far... into the future I mean?"
                          
Dream and George looked at each other, each waiting on the other to answer but Dream could see the beginnings of George's usual, I don't know, and took the stage instead, dragging his hand through his hair as he avoided Niki's eyes. "At least a few hundred years, I've lost count."
                          
Those words hung heavy in the air as George was once again faced with the impossibility that was Dream as Niki tried her hardest to see the sense in what the man was telling her, eyes glazing over in disbelief before she seemed to take a step back, seeing how both guys were dressed and how clean they seemed to be, the way they both spoke and how out of place George seemed.
                          
"You're not lying to me? You're telling the truth?" Her voice was trembling, on the verge of cracking between each word.
                          
"I'm not lying to you, Niki," Dream promised quietly and Niki took a long, shaky breath, nodding her head as if trying to convince herself she wasn't insane. "I didn't leave this place yesterday, I can't remember the last time I saw this place before George managed to get me here."
                          
George stayed quiet, allowing Niki to try and understand what Dream was putting forward, her face hardening in determination as she turned and hurried towards her home, ushering Dream after her and George as well after a stern look.
                          
George knew she still wasn't too fond of him.
                          
Regardless, the two followed the small girl into the cottage as she familiarly started sifting through books, half-hazardly flicking through open pages and grumbling in frustration as she scoured the spines for any sort of answer.
                          
"You're from the future and he has magic but he has no magic and-" she let out a yell mid-sentence, slamming her palms into the table. "This makes no sense, it's impossible!"
                          
"I just want to understand how you remembered us this time," Dream sighed, throwing himself onto the same chair like last time as George nervously hung behind him. "Nothing is making sense right now, what the hell changed?"
                          
George wet his lips, eyes darting around the room, desperate to help in some way. He knew he was out of place, he knew he was essentially useless apart from his, what should he call them? Time travelling abilities? And he knew he was pretty heavily hated by both siblings? Well, yeah. If Dream was telling the truth it was certainly possible but it didn't resonate easily in George's mind.
                          
God, everything was a giant fucking mess and George wanted to slam his head into a wall.
                          
His gaze dropped to the floor as if avoiding eye contact would help him vanish into the floor and he caught sight of Dream's backpack, sitting heavy with inanimate guilt on the floor next to the taller man's seat.
                          
And then it clicked, the camera flashes bright behind George's eyelids as he realised.
                          
"The camera," he breathed.
                          
Dream turned to look at him, brows furrowed to the point George wondered how he didn't have a headache and he shook his head like a disappointed parent, even going as far to follow up with, "George, seriously, we've talked about this, we made a deal."