A Demonic Dance

Chapter Fifty Nine: Revenge

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Love.

It seems different for everyone.

It can tear you apart or be the glue that holds you together. It can be the point that breaks you and the point that fixes you.

A sin and a salvation.

All at once.

Dream could never remember what love felt like before. Before the world of torture and pain. But then again he could barely remember what the pain felt like before. Before the world of George.

If love was a sin then George had been his salvation.

Dream chuckled at the thought of how his view on love had been twisted over time; laughed as he remembered how stupid and inconsequential he had ruled that 'insignificant' feeling.

It's funny, looking back on the past, because things that made so much sense to you then can seem trivial in comparison. Or the opposite; something that used to be small can consume your entire being like a hungry parasite.

Everyone has one. Even if you don't know it yet.

George was Dreams parasite, (in a good way that is).

Take a kiss for example. To someone young, stupid, and yet able to know the wonders of love, it may seem something disgusting and embarrassing. It certainly was to Dream. To imagine wasting a shred of your emotion on an inferior expendable being? Ludicrous.

But then of course Dream had fallen into said ocean of love.

George.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he walked down the paved alleyways, his mind drawn to every inch of the human. His eyes, his laugh, his lips, the way his blush crept down his neck when he was flustered or embarrassed; squirming away from the other's kisses or pulling away for breath.

It was a world Dream no longer believed he could live without.

George.

George George George.

Dream was lucky his feet already knew where to take him or else he probably would have gotten lost a long time ago. His thoughts being slightly preoccupied.

He remembered the first time they had slept in the same bed together. It seemed so long ago that the tired and sleep-deprived human had dragged him to his bedroom and let himself be pulled into the demon's embrace, all despite knowing that it was a monster behind him. It was funny how quickly it had become a routine. How fast it had taken him to settle with the fact that he would be staying with George in that proximity.

It was amusing to be reminded how fast the space between them would start vast and wake up small. Closer and closer every night till it became pointless.

It had been George who gave up first. Or at least he believed it was.

They would always go to sleep, backs facing each other and as far away as possible so that each were practically teetering off the side of the bed.

It took around a week for the human to give in. He blamed it on the cold and the discomfort of lying on his side, but when the next night came and Dream had gone to his side of the bed George had just told him to come over into the middle.

Something about it being inevitable anyway. So they might as well help it along.

Dream would blame the feeling inside of him as a side effect of the brunette's tired yawns and cute looks. A feeling he would soon let consume him.