A Demonic Dance

Chapter Sixteen: Grass isn't Green

Just popping back in here to say I lack basic geographical skills and have only been to Brighton once like 5 years ago, so yes, I'm making this up as I go along :)

The two picked themselves out of their chairs and out into the chilly air surprisingly fast, probably spurred by the fact that if they went any slower they'd probably miss the sunset entirely.

"So, where do we wanna sit to watch it?" George asked, shoving his hands in his pockets as a light shiver spread through his body, the cold nipping at his fingers. "We could go to the pier or the beach, but knowing you you'll find a way to drag me in to the sea and sadly tonight that is something I do not want to partake in."

Dream let out a huff, glancing at George. "You sure Georgie? Pretty sure you enjoyed it last time."

"Yes, I'm most certainly sure." He replied, taking a glance around them at the town that was slowly sinking into darkness.

"Alright then." He replied, looking around sparingly. "Let's find a hill to sit on." He said, repeating his last idea.

"Dream, you do know Brighton is like as flat as it gets, where are we just going to find a random hill." George sighed as the taller looked down at him with a face of realisation.

"We can go to the cliffs? They can't be too far away and they're practically just hills cut in half." Dream stated, already turning in the direction of the chalk cliffs leaving George behind.

"I'm surprised you even knew they were there." George teased, catching up with Drean.

"Yeah I looked up some geographical stuff about Brighton while you were streaming. You shall never mock my geography knowledge again." Dream said almost proudly, obviously embarrassed at not having noticed the bloody ocean last time.

"Just because you learnt a fact doesn't mean I can't mock you." George chuffed, having to jog as Dream annoyingly picked up his speed. "I swear your doing this on purpose."

"What if I am?" Dream chuckled, barely slowing down as he glanced back at George, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Well then— oh my Lord slow down!" He whined.

Dream chucked, finally slowing down so George could catch up. "Okay, okay, but if you mock my knowledge again I'll make sure you have to practically run to keep up."

"This is blackmail." George groaned before whining again as Dream picked up the pace again. "Nonono, I'm sorry, your geography skills are stunning now slow doooown."

Eventually the two boys managed to stop bickering and came to an agreement of a walking speed, somehow managing to make it to the costal path with surprise speed, though both were begging to regret bringing torches and more layers as the sun slowly sunk in the sky.

"George hurry up or we'll get there and the sun will already be gone." Dream helpfully pointed out, rolling his eyes as he stopped his pace and looked down on George who was e few meters below him, finding the treck up the hill harder then the demon who seemed to be half mountain goat.

"Well I'm sorry but I don't usually climb cliffs in my free time." The smaller shot back, slowly following up behind the blonde who was standing inpatiently.

The walk would probably have been more pleasant if they could actually focus on where they were walking, all though the sun was still up it was getting increasingly dark very fast.

"Oh come on George." The demon whined, walking back down to George before grasping his hand firmly and using it to drag him up the hill.

It was certainly a more effective tactic and they were soon at the top of the cliff, which in all honesty wasn't that tall, padding slowly through the long tufts of grass to near the edge, George having to yank back Dream from trying to just waltz off the edge.