A Demonic Dance

Chapter Eight: Georgie come heeeeere

"We've all got to die some way George."

The words echoed through Georges head as we followed the demon down to the sea side till the cold water lapped at his ankles, the froth tickling his toes.

For some reason the words wouldn't leave him. The image of Dreams scars and words circulating through his brain. What had happened to him? And what did he do to deserve to become a demon? What was he hiding?

George shook his head throughly, taking a deep breath to try clear his mind. He didn't know why he couldn't put it past him.

But he couldn't help but feel... worried? Worried for something that had already happened maybe hundreds of years before (he still had no clue on the Demons age so a rough guess would have to do).

"HWY GEORGIE."

The shorter male wrenched his eyes upto Dream. He'd spent a good 15 minutes running in about out before he finally went under the water with a cold screech as George has shouted to him that he'd warned him and now he'd been splashing around for half an hour.

The demon was like a puppy seeing water for the first time, George was pretty sure if he chucked a stick in Dream would fetch it for him.

A light smile caught on his lips as Dream flopped out of the sea like a fish in an act to get the spaced out Males attention, though guessing from the harsh slapping sound of his body slamming against the water and the yowl that followed he regretted it soon after.

"JOIN ME GEORGE! IM LONELY!" The blond shouted from the water after resurfacing, rubbing his fingers through his matt of soppy hair whilst tracking water with slight difficulty.

"IM FINE BACK HERE." George shouted back, starting a slow pace and slowly making his way bit by bit further into the sea in a hope that it would satisfy Dream's weird desire for both of them to develop severe hyperthermia.

The shorter male narrowed his eyes at his friend as he slowly paddled over to where George stood around knee deep in the water, the bottoms of his rolled up trousers getting wet with the small waves the Demon knocked in his direction.

"What do you want Dream." George sighed as the male star-fished out in the water in front of him, grabbing onto his leg gently to make sure he didn't just float away.

"Nothing...." he replied with a guilty smile that practically screamed he was up to something.

"I don't believe you."

Dream opened his mouth in disbelief, placing a hand on his chest in an exaggerated gasp of offence. "Your words wound me!" He said, almost sinking in the process.

"I'm glad." George replied with all seriousness, detaching Dreams hand from his leg and giving him a hearty shove away from him. "I'm going back to the shore." He said, holding in the laugh that threatened to rise as Dream flailed in the water to try keep his head up as the brunettes shove took him completely off balance.

"Come here George" Dream shouted from behind him. George just kept wading through the water, determined to get out and get warm.

"Georgie come heeeeere!" He repeated, slight splashing noises coming from his direction. George just shouted back a determined "No." Otherwise ignoring the attention seeking male.