The Moon, The Sun, and The Stars

It didn't understand. How could it be king?“Yes!” Dream silently cheered, moving to intertwine their fingers once more. “You're king, George!” Dream removed his mask, a rare occurrence when he wasn't in his own home or at George's (or well, the old one).George looked into his eyes, no falsehood could be seen.“Really?” It smiled small, shaky hands caught Dream's stubbled jaw as he asked, “I'm king?”“Yes, George,” Dream chuckled out, leaning his head into the warm touch, looking up at George. His gold looking eyes had a certain soft glint to them when he looked down at the mans hoodie before staring up into his eyes again.He moved their joined hands to George’s knee, scooting even closer, their body heat combining.“I'm- I'm king!” George exclaimed softly, pink cheeks on display, making Dream’s smile spread even wider.“You're king!”

OR ; The sun, amongst most things, was pretty well loved because of it's charm.The moon was pretty feared, despite its beauty.But the moon craved the fear, the sun craved the love.They were human, after all.