He noticed something was off about his friend. The faint but noticeable limp had him concerned. He asked him if they should stop and rest somewhere but Dream waved him off and insisted they keep going. But⌠they had never known this weather would become worse by the minute. After all, Demitale was known for its onslaught of terrible weather.
Trudging through the blizzard, Dream tried to move his injured leg again. If only Killer hadnât gotten to him, he wouldnât have to slow down Cross. They have to move on or else his brotherâs minions will catch them both. Panic slowly ate him. He couldnât move anymore and black crawled at the ends of his vision, feeling weak, and hungry to boot. His eye sockets grew tired by the passing second and collasped with a pained gasp.
 Cross then noticed his companion wasnât behind him anymore and looked around but the storm blocked his view. He couldâve abandoned Dream but out of the good of his heart, he turned back with a fustrated sigh and went to search for him. He searched every crook and cranny he could find âDream!!! Where are you?!!!â he shouted, grunting when the wind almost blew him back âDream!! Say something?!!â Cross grumbled and removed his knife off his back, closing his eye sockets in concentration, focusing on what little energy he could find from his missing companion. He doesnât really know why heâs even bothering to do this when he could get around fine. He doesnât actually need Dream to Multiverse Jump at all. He canât figure out why he even wants the Guardianâs company or better yet, his attention. Had he become so reliant, he doesnât want to be alone anymore like he used to? Granted, the Guardian can be annoying from time to time but down he also adores his optimistic, energetic atittude and bright smiles too.Â
Cross luckily found a little trail and lift his weapon to the sky, lighting up with a faint red glow. He has at least a little more energy left himself to portal jump once again. Creating a rift and went through, landing in front of a little lump in the snow. Cross stared with curiosity, wondering why the trail ended here. He dropped down onto one knee and cleared away the snow, spotting a small patch of gold underneath. He pieced it all together and frantically removed off the snow, and found Dream cold and unconcious. Cross sheathed his weapon and lift him into his lap, looking him over for injuries until he saw the material of his right leg dyed an odd shade of red. He pulled back the material of his black pants and found the bone cracked and split down the center. He was glad the cold bite of the winterâs storm stopped the bleeding temporarily. He ripped off a piece of his mantle, applying it to the wound, and carefully patched it up. Hoping this would hold out for a while. He called out to Dream, gently slapping his cheekbone âDream! Come on! Wake up!â to his relief, his companion began to stir.
He struggled to open his eye sockets to see his partnerâs concerned face âC-Cross?â âWhy didnât you tell youâre injured?! That was very reckless of you, baby face!â Dream couldnât help but to crack a smile. Glad his friend was worried about him. Even if he doesnât like showing it as much.
Cross silently scanned the area and his shoulders sunk in defeat. There was nothing around so far. Far from any cave or inn. Getting help was out of the question too. He glanced in between his companion and their surroundings, moving Dream closer. He thought about carrying him out of the storm but due to his own lack of power, they had no other choice but to stay where they are. He certainly wonât leave Dream behind. As crazy as it sounds, maybe they both could share their body heat together, just for a night. âFuck it! Its either we freeze to death or do this!â he thought, cringing. Cross pushed his pride to the side and used his own cape to cover him and Dream up, and laid down with him in his arms âCross! W-What are you doing?!â Dream sqeaked, a light golden blush covered his cheekbones as he lightly pushed him away look up at him. He raised an eyebrow, blushing a little himself âYou couldâve moved on and left me here to die? Why?â the tallerâs face softened a little and Dreamâs expression changed into one of wonder, curiosity, and hidden love. Cross just hugged him closer, giving no direct answer, and Dream too, proceeding to bury himself into his chest with a happy sigh, dozing off.
Only the warmth of their beating souls and the cloth kept them safe from the hammering storm⌠but, for how long? Unbeknownst of the turning events ahead of them. They may just find out. That is, if they both survive the blizzard.
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