A long time ago, there was a planet on the surface of which a real living Heart was beating. Each of its beat gave life to many wonderful creatures, and humans were no exception. Once, during a mountain collapse, they became afraid that something might happen to the Heart, and built a fence around it. And they started arguing about who is the worthiest defender of the Heart. The fence turned into a wall, and the city rose very quickly around it. Everything that people came up with was immediately brought to life by the love of the Heart. So, they created dolls to help themselves, which significantly accelerated the construction. In the time that was freed up, people took up the war. One day they closed the Heart completely, erecting a dome over it. Miracles stopped happening, and the dolls stopped coming to life. People blamed magical creatures for this and began hunting them. And in order not to stop the construction, they began to chip off pieces of the Heart and insert them into their mechanisms. The city continued to grow. Centuries have passed. The city has propped up the sky with towers. Only fragments of the Heart remained, saturating the black smoke with its breath. Factories that produce nightmarish monsters fed on it. With their help, people continue to wage war with each other for the title of the worthiest defender of the Heart. While it is dying. This is where our story begins...
This is a translation in process. So I am open for suggestions and comments on what to improve in the flow of the text.
"Shh- I don't wanna talk," Dream shushed the brunette, smiling as he held him in his arms, "I just wanna dance; enjoy the moment," The two danced together as they waited for Sapnap to get home. What would happen if Sapnap walked in on the two "claimed to be platonic" best friends dancing together? Dream could only imagine the comments he'd get from his friend. George relished the idea of it. He knew he'd surely be embarrassed and would deny any claimed feelings thrown at him, but he'd enjoy it. He'd enjoy it because him and Dream wouldn't be the only two that knew there was definitely something going on between the two, and that made the brunette ecstatic.
Bite sized chapters/poems because I want to write about them every four days (used to be everyday but now I focus more on Staged Princess, and Chronicles of Atormis)
George and Rupert are your fantasy gay couple who does everything because one secretly has a lot of money and experience in magic that he is practically immortal, while the other is the opposite who is pitiful and baby-needy. Follow their daily life after they had celebrated their 18th birthday and have fun reading!
(You might be confused with the switch between poetry and prose and I apologize T_T I have no plans of sticking to one of them. This story has come as a way for me to unwind, reassure, or get ready for longer writing sprints.)