pretty boy (this was not okay.)

chapter 9 ༄

It was night.. George wasn't quite  sure what time, all he knew was that he hadn't of slept and the snoring from Minx from across the room suggested it was still dark.
Although the breeze from the windows was enough to keep the room cool, George's clothes still stuck to him like glue and the dampness of his forehead was enough to make him uncomfortably hot.
He slowly tiptoed over to the balcony and stepped out, letting the cold breeze brush his face delicately. The moon was in the centre of the sky, directly above him infact. It was going to be a while till morning.

Now you're probably wondering why George was awake at such an hour, he had just had a busy day and long nights rest was just what he needed but no. George wanted to sleep, but the guilt bubbling in his stomache prevented him from doing such.
It was still at the back of his mind.

Technoblade.

Like a wasp buzzing around his face just waiting to attack, so George couldn't sleep for this wasp was about to sting him any second now.

He had to try sneak out again.

He didn't want to think of the consequences this could result in, he just wanted his friend back.

He silently grabbed his coat and shoes and slipped them on. He wasn't going to see anyone so it didn't matter about appearances. George then grabbed his satchel that contained a rope, a few potions and his trusty old pocket knife. He didn't leave anywhere without it.

This was his second attempt on trying to escape and hopefully his last.

Swiftly, he strolled onto the balcony and gripped firmly on the veins again.  This way may not have been the safest way out but definitely the quickest. George closed his eyes, searching for any reasons why he shouldn't leave but he wasn't thinking straight right now.
This was the moment Minx would appear behind him and threaten to kill him, but she didn't. From the looks of things she was still sound asleep.
George took a deep breathe in and counted down.

5...
4..

He was going to fall..

3....
3...

No, he was going to fly.

1...

George leapt onto the vines, holding onto them thoroughly, he then moved his body so his feet where touching the palace walls.
He was going to abseil down it.
His knuckles soon turned white as bone as he made his way down the wall, making sure to manoeuvre round windows and other balconies.

He couldn't allow himself to get caught.

As his feet hit the soft ground of the garden, the only noise surrounding him where the crickets and the sound of the wind howling between the hedges.
He took a steady breathe in and began to crouch walk towards the small hedge in the bush Dream showed him that same day.

After he made his way through the hole he began to run.

Run.

A course of adrenaline running through his veins as he leaped over small mounds of dirt.

He was free.
And he knew exactly where he was going.

George soon found himself walking to a dimly lit dirt path, a tall street lamp providing the only source of light apart from the glistening moon.
It was going to take a while on foot to get to Cozen but he was ready.
After what seemed like hours sneaking through the forest and down unknown alleyways, George found himself on a road he vaguely remembered.

Yes... His home was close.

The noise of his shoes on the uneven cobbled path was the only sound he could hear, his breathing was heavy and his heart was beating fast inside his chest. A terrible feeling began to well up inside his gut but he pushed it aside, he was going home, wether he liked it or not.
The lanterns brought him to the road he spent most his days walking down, George let out a smile, once he turned the corner he will be reunited with his home.