A Demonic Dance

Chapter Seventeen: The call

Dream let out a slight yawn as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Him and George had been sitting up on the hill for over an hour now and they had long ago been left alone by the sounds of the world, the only the gentle waves crashing against the cliffs and the occasional bird tweeting overhead were to be heard.

This may be partly due to the loud breathing in the demons ear which drowned out other quieter sounds, Georges face berried into his neck, the taller not daring to move a smidge in fear of waking the smaller.

He never really knew what to do in these situations. Is he supposed to wake him? Just let him sleep? Shove him off the cliff????

After another half hour of mindless staring Dream finally turned his attention off the scenery and sounds around, taking them back to George.

The human did something to him, something he didn't even think George knew about. It had been years since he'd even been summoned for more then a day or two let alone long enough for him to get to know his summoner. Was this affect of that?

No, he knew it wasn't.

It was so long since he was human, yet he still realised the feeling that tugged at his chest...

George was his friend. His friend and nothing more.

He glanced painfully down to the human snuggled into him, not trying to think of last time he... last time.

He shook his head viciously, preferring not to think to back when he was a human. It was a long time ago. There's nothing he could have done.

"Mmh Dream." The smaller mumbled, snuggling closer into Dream, the mass of heat, as he shivered slightly.

This bastard really had a habit of trying to get hypothermia didn't he.

Deciding that freezing to death wasn't worth the scenery Dream gently shook George, trying to wake him up.

"George, Geooooorge, Geooorgie." The demon called, trying to nudge the stubborn human awake to no avail.

"Mmh?" George responded vaguely, opening his eyes slightly.

"We gotta walk back now George." Dream said, sighing as he watched George nod slightly before just closing his eyes again and snuggling back up.

Alright, so that definitely wasn't going to work.

Time for plan B.

As slowly as he could Dream slipped his arm back from its position around George, trying to manoeuvre himself without letting the male drop to the floor. Which was difficult to say the least.

"George can you wrap your arms around my neck." Dream asked to the sleep induced brunette he was now positioned in front of, his back to Georges stomach.

Tiredly George complied, wrapping his arms around Dreams neck loosely, resting his head against Dreams shoulder as the taller precariously hooked his arms through Georges legs until he could finally stand up and was carrying George on his back.

"That wasn't too hard." He muttered to himself, the only downside was that George was now breathing even closer into his ear. But he'd get used to it.

Now with the human secured, Dream started back along the costal path, leaving the cliff, the sea, and the long gone sun behind.

He'd barely made it in to the descent however when Georges phone started vibrating in his pocket, the screen flashing out through the material of his trousers.

He glanced up at George to see what he should do but the British was far gone, back in the world of sleep.

Just in case it was something important, and out of boredom, Dream somehow managed to balance George while using one hand to get the phone out of his pocket, managing not to drop George in the process.