Credit to: Jacinotfound on Tik Tok! Such a gorgeous idea and I love that I'm able to write it!

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Short chapter because I couldn't think up a good plot to go with this scene

Inspired by Michael Bublé's Sway

Dream stared into the mirror. A tux hugging his body and his usually messy long blond hair was combed and styled over. Still, his round smiley face mask covered his green eyes. He wondered if this was the occasion to take it off. He usually wore it to hide the evilness in his eyes. The way they dimmed with darkness was something even he himself hated, so he hid it. Tonight he wouldn't look evil, even though he and everyone else knew he was. After everything, he'd done to them? Who wouldn't think that?

Dream huffed and pulled the mask off his head. With the darn thing off he was finally able to get a good look at himself.

Images flashed in his head of the blood on his cheeks. That only a few hours prior he had washed and scrubbed off him. But no matter how hard he tried, he still felt like the thick oozing liquid was coating his skin. He shuddered. What had this world done to him? Who even was he? Dream looked in the mirror and barely even recognized himself. All he saw was a cold-blooded killer.

Dream wondered if that was what George had seen in him too.

Damn. Dream knew that he had hurt him. That he had ruined the friendship. The Dream Team had deteriorated over time. Leaving nothing more than fractions of broken people who all looked away from each other.

He cuffed his sleeves and sighed. Finally leaving and going to the ball. Dream hated the mistakes he had made.

...

The group was bustling when he arrived. Music and dancing as well as loud chatter and giggles. One specific laugh made his body freeze. Having been so long since he had heard it. He looked around before his eyes finally landed on George. The way the tux had hung on his shoulders perfectly. His hair styled and gelled, but his perfect hair was ruined when Sapnap threw an arm over his shoulder and ruffled the boy's brown hair. Dream gulped, staring at the shorter boy as he giggled with his friends. His mouth covered with a hand as he burst out laughing.

And when his eyes caught Dream's gaze Dream felt like he could vomit. He had hurt him so much and hadn't even apologized for it yet. Everything he had done to George was unforgivable.

George's eyes were downcast but he still gave Dream a lopsided smile and then turned back to talking with Sapnap. Dream couldn't stop himself. He marched over to George, despite people's cold stares stabbing him he kept walking. He tapped him on the shoulder and George turned around to face him. Dream held out his hand, watching as George's eyes snapped from his outstretched hand to his eyes. Before cautiously taking it and lacing his fingers through Dream's.

The two looked into each other's eyes when they heard the song begin to play.

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Dream snaked his fingers around George's waist and George happily wrapped his around his neck. "They're watching us," George whispered.

"Let them." Dream pulled George a little closer, their bodies pressed against one another. It had been so long since they had held each other. They had never embraced each other like this in front of everyone. Dream let his head fall onto George's shoulder. His breaths heavy as he whispered 'I'm sorry's' in his ear. George only let soft condolences fall from his mouth in order to soothe him. "I'm so sorry for hurting you, George." Dream lifted his head and looked into the shorter boy's brown eyes.

"Let's just not think about that for now, okay?" Dream nodded, a smile spreading across his face. George wiped the younger boy's cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Dream pulled away ever so slightly and spun the shorter boy. His carefree expression sent butterflies to Dream's stomach. For just a moment Dream caught Sapnap's glare from across the room, even from here it felt like fire. Sapnap had that effect. But then Sapnap saw George's face too, and even he couldn't stop his smile. Maybe the Dream Team wasn't completely gone.

Just earlier he had a sword to those boy's neck. Threatening their lives with the movement of his arm. But that moment had passed. The war was over and Dream would Hold George for as long as he could. Slowly he let his voice carry over the words of the song like glistening honey.

"Like a flower bending in the breeze. Bend with me, sway with ease" Dream smiled with the words. Listening as George's accented voice sang along.

"When we dance, you have a way with me, stay with me," George said softly.

"Sway with me." The two said in chorus. Letting their eyes lock on each other as they fumbled over each other's feet with giggles.

Dream's voice cooed as he leaned in a little closer to George's ears. "Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you only you have that magic technique when we sway, I go weak." George's breath hitched as he felt his partner's breath on his ear.

"I make you weak?" George asked cockily. They swayed the songs and chatter ringing in their ears. Their hands holding the other like they wouldn't ever be able to again. Dream knew, that he had done bad things. That he had hurt George, and what he had done was something that he never thought he could. Especially hurting George.

"You make me so weak George." They didn't care about the glares and the people question their dancing. They had been friends, enemies, and that confused some people. But tonight none of that mattered, tonight everything would be normal.