A Demonic Dance

Chapter Eighteen: Immobile

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"Dream?" George muttered, yawning slightly as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes, trying to adjust to the low light that filtered into the room.

As the human was painfully dragged out of a peaceful sleep and back into the depths of reality, there was two things he noticed: firstly he was no longer shivering on the edge of the cliffs, now resting against something a lot more solid then Dreams shoulder, this realisation in itself brining him to question how he'd even gotten back home in the first place.

The second thing he noticed was that he was utterly and completely immobile, each of his limbs pinned down by some force he could barely make out through his bleary eyes and dappled light, only the occasional ray flittering through his curtains that were drew firmly shut par a slight slither.

George, albeit a bit confused, looked around, quickly realising that he was back in his room.

Pulling a confused face no one could see, George wreaked his brain, trying to think of what had happened last night.

Him and Dream had gone up to the cliffs, they'd talked a bit about various things, and then well, the rest of it seemed a bit fuzzy to him.

He vaguely remembered being bumped around a bit and hearing vague segments of conversation, but past that is mind was blank.

How he'd even fallen asleep in that position he did not know, however from the lack of tiredness he was feeling he knew he the sleep he'd gotten much have been good.

"Dream?" George called again, trying to catch his attention for some unknown reason before preparing to roll over and face where he assumed the male would be before yet again realising he was immobile.

Confused, George took his gaze away from the curtians and towards his left, the part of him that was most trapped. "Ah." George let out a small exhale of breath as he realised the cause of his predicament.

The heavy weight against his body was not a blanket, not a pillow but a Dream. A very heavy, tired and warm Dream.

"Mmh." Was the only response George was given, the blond shuffling slightly. Times like this always caused Georges heart to go into a spasm, not because he was interested in Dream or anything, no that would just be, that would just be ridiculous. Dream, Dream was just a really good friend, just because they ate together, lived together, slept together... okay alright, looking at it from another perspective it could slightly look like something else. But it wasn't. At least George didn't think it was.

You see, George just wasn't really a touchy person, normally shying away from hugs and displays of extreme affection. Yet when Dream held him he never knew weather he wanted to be drowned in his embrace or as far away from it as possible.

Especially in moments like this, waking up absolutely engulfed by Dreams body he would often curse at himself for blushing, yet it would still happen uncontrollably each time.

Dream just had a kind of affect on him, his smile, his annoying jokes and his stupid fuming face, they all absolutely pissed him off but at the samw time he felt himself missing him whenever he was away from him.

Sighing, George managed to somehow shift himself after a minute or so so he actually had a clear view of his face. He had quite underestimated the predicament Dream had him tangled up in.

While Dreams face was resting quite close to his there was still enough room for George to turn his head over, although now they were practically touching noses. Apart from that their legs had become tangled together, wrapped in a cocoon by the blanket which was most definitely not helping the situation, and with one of Dreams arms layed haphazardly across Georges chest, George was pretty sure he was lying on the second, the smaller feeling the warmth of his fingers gently brush against his side every minute or so as one shuffled.