Star-Filled Eyes | A DSMP Fanfiction

Flowers

"It was... it was just a prank," Tommy admitted, head hanging low. He was sitting in a chair that Tubbo had found somewhere and shoved opposite Wilbur's, to the other side of the glossy desk. "I didn't actually think it would hurt anyone." 

Wilbur had only calmed down slightly from a few minutes ago, and he still looked as though he might start steaming at any moment. He had his fingers gripped tightly together until his knuckles were white, his gaze completely fixated on Tommy, his eyes steely. Niki and Tubbo were gathered around Tommy's chair, Niki's hand on Tommy's back as if to support him. 

The general sighed. "I don't-- do I have to recount the whole thing? It just... I don't want you to..." 

"I'll only do what I have to, Tommy," Wilbur said in an eerily calm voice, not blinking or breaking away from Tommy's gaze. "Now tell me exactly what happened." 

Tommy squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, his hands clutched at his sides. "Years," he muttered, scratching awkwardly at his neck. He just knew bruises would appear the next day, blossoming like choked, smeared purple flowers. 

Flowers...

Hey, Fundy, Tommy called, cupping his hands around his mouth. He grinned slyly, pacing around the small hedges that cropped up around Wilbur's small castle. 

The towers stretched far into the sky, almost grazing the clouds, the cobblestone walls casting a dark shadow on the otherwise cheery castle lawn. The sky was a beautiful shade of cerulean, the sun gathering puffy white clouds around it like a blanket but still shining down onto the dew-dotted grass and flowers. 

Tommy could see Lord Soot's son crouching next to a bed of flowers, picking vibrant exotic-red blossoms like plump teardrops and weaving them easily around his fingers. As Fundy worked, apparently unaware that Tommy was nearby, the mess of red and gold and blue flowers somehow flourished into a delicate, elegantly woven flower crown, not a single leaf out of place. 

Rolling his eyes, Tommy decided to try again. Yo, Its, Tommy said, popping his hand on his hip. 

Fundy turned this time, eyes bright. His tail was thick with thistles and thorns, little yellow flowers stuck in the wild ginger curls. When he saw who it was, he wilted a little but offered Tommy a smile all the same. Tommy! Hello, he replied politely, then turned back to his flower crowns. 

Tommy laughed slightly, a little taken aback, walking over to Fundy and crouching down so he was right next to the lord's son. You sound disappointed, he teased, poking Fundy's shoulder. Did I interrupt something important?

You interrupted my searching, Fundy replied. Tubbo told me there was a nest of treasure bees around here, under one of the wild honariums. He wanted a few for his bee farm, you know, but he didn't have the time to catch them himself. He pushed one of the ruby-red blossoms over, looking at the plump nector sacks that the honariums had under the wafer-thin petals. Treasure bees always hid away next to the nector in any flower, so it made sense that Fundy was looking there, but... why was Fundy doing this in the first place?

Fundy gave Tommy a smile. Don't tell, he said, putting a finger to his small smile. It's meant to be a surprise. 

Ah, Tommy replied knowingly, grinning back. I can get behind that. Still, I dunno why Tubbo keeps bees. Isn't that kind of... weird? Considering he's a bee hybrid himself? 

Shrugging, Fundy made a small noise of triumph when he found one of the brightly coloured, fluffy bees buzzing around a crystal-petal flower. Who knows, no more weird than the dogs that Dad keeps around the castle. He's a wolf, but it never seems to bother him.