A merman's tear (dreamnotfound)

Chapter Nineteen

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. 

The word repeated itself throughout George's mind as he sat in the water. Tomorrow he would see if this moon heart stuff could work. He had to charge it under the full moon, which was tomorrow, which was terrifying, but so incredibly exciting that he wanted it to happen right now. George had no idea where this sudden surge of confidence was coming from, telling him that he could do this and that it was a good idea, but he embraced the feeling rather than his fear.

If he could just squash the rest of that fear out, that'd be great.

After finding out that the crystal Wilbur just so happened to have was a moon heart, there'd been an exciting feeling in the air. After they all processed it and planned it, looking over the instructions one more time, they let themselves relax a bit. All they had to do was wait. 

Wilbur had gone straight to asking him questions about being a merman after that, and George had spent about two hours answering random things, Wilbur even inspecting George's webbed hands, before Dream had kicked him out.

Well, kicked out was harsh wording. He had strongly recommended they go and do something else, Phil and Ranboo included.

Phil had been nice. George understood what Dream meant when he said he was like a father figure. There was something comforting in his gentle voice.

And Ranboo? Well, he was great. He was the most respectful of George's boundaries and he always asked questions before doing anything. They'd talked for a few minutes, in between Wilbur writing things down, to talk about Ranboo's hair. Apparently, he was born with blonde hair, but he split dyed it for the aesthetic. George thought he was cool.

Wilbur was a lot. Really, he could see why he and Tommy were extremely close. They were chaotic as shit. Two very different types of chaotic, that's true, but chaotic nonetheless. Still, George liked Wilbur. No one had ever shown this much enthusiasm into learning things about him (he'd never had the chance before, but that was beside the point), and it was refreshing to talk about his heritage.

When the three men had left, Dream and George had murmured for a long time about all the things they could do if their mission succeeded.

Dream would teach him how to walk, and then he'd give George a tour of the boat. He'd teach him fun games, and introduce him to people, and show him proper sunrises and sunsets! 

Still, despite his excitement, George was worried. The idea of transforming was weird. He had no one who'd experienced it to help him through it, so he didn't know what to expect. And, well, what if it didn't work? What then?

George let out a steady breath. Dream wasn't here right now, though. They were doing some pirate shit that he couldn't be there for, which was fine. But George wasn't alone, oh no. He was with Tommy. Tommy was there. Tommy.

The boy, despite George finding him amusing, sure did talk a lot.

And when George says a lot, he bloody well means it.

He wonders if Tommy has actually come up for air at the rate of his words. George studied him curiously but didn't register much of what was being said.

Tommy's eyes snapped up to look at George as he paused in his rant, furrowing his brow.

He must have noticed the dazed look in George's eyes, signalling that he wasn't listening, because he waved his arms to get George's full attention.

"Listen to me bitch!" Tommy exclaimed, and George let his eyes focus as he looked at the teenager.

"Sorry, what?" he coughed and adjusted his posture slightly.