forgotten god of the dsmp, georgeeehd’s not just the god of the overworld, he literally is the overworld. he’s the land, the water, the plants, even the air. lost to time are his name and humankind’s ability to communicate with him. only one human remains able to reach him, the one human directly connected to the essence of the world: the admin.
it starts in the prison. he doesn’t mean to, but eventually, after the constant torture’s become monotonous and time begins to flow together, c!dream finds himself falling into dissociation. as his finger drag ripples through the dusky water of the cauldron, memories of shared laughter and fishing in bright lakes dance in front of his eyes. the image of dirty, matted hair shifts to something fluffy and soft, dull and dim eyes bleeding into deep brown.
the name falls from his lips like a mantra, dripping in reverie, aching for solace. red seeps into the glossy mirage, washed from obsidian-torn fingers. tinted like rose-colored glasses, the memories change ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly so. but dream notices. when it comes to him, dream will always notice.
his face smiles that same beautifully soft smile. his freckles paint all the same constellations. it’s in sparkling eyes that the façade fails.
stars blink watery blue, squinting with his smile. out of his mouth, his voice rings with an echo not his own. dream would know. dream knows everything about him.
tell me, what is it you seek? it asks
his name continues to spill off dream’s tongue, a waterfall pouring out his mouth.
george.
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dream speaks to it in the water and sand, beneath the sun and moon and stars. it calls on the wind, through the land and the sea. dream meets it in sleep. it still uses his face, his smile and freckles and voice. dream is the only one who hears it, sees it, knows it.
needs it.
and is needed by it.
a relationship of need. need for companionship. need for safety. need not forget. need not be forgotten.
a Haven of Disaster.
