However, for some unknown reason, the boy was unable to pull trust down from its flight. George never would have though his boyfriends birthday would cause such a deep rooted reaction within him.

If the brunette didnt know better, he would be convinced his skull had shattered, the volume of his overthinking enough to destroy an entire city. The taller man may as well have been under water, muffled against the loud volume of the brunette's own thoughts.Ĭlay's birthday, the clock shouted against George's skull. Clay's soft breathing had been drowned out by now.

A burning feeling engulfed every inch of his body, more metaphorical than literal.ģ:01 am, it screamed, louder this time. The dragons' flames breaking through a barrier George once had great control over.

The clock screamed at him, practically begging that he sleep soon.Ģ:57 am, it said. A shakey breath flew through him, his hands taking on the same shakey nature. The clock illuminated the small boy's face, the brightness being anything but subtle in the brunette's current state of restlessness. The small flutter of the butterfly wings against his body quickly became an agitating crash against his rib cage, the blood from his heart pouring into his veins at a faster pace than what would be considered normal. George's mind struggled to stay within the realm of possibility as the young boy listened intently to his boyfriends deep breathing.Ī low feeling rumbling him down to his core as the butterflies grew to dragons, destroying him from the inside out.

Dragon city dream and george