The Viscount Who Loved Me {Dreamnotfound}

A Bee In Your Bonnet

"Easy now," Lord Puffy whispers, gently guiding his son's hands around the rifle. The soft sounds of the forest filling the air as he helps the boy aim at the deer that had just revealed itself in the clearing. "All right, take your time,"

"He's bloody huge," Dream mumbles quietly, taking in the large stag.

"Yet no match for a bullet," Dream's father, Viscount Josh Puffy, assures him. "Now, all it takes is one clean shot to the heart to fell even the greatest of beasts,"

Dream squeezes the trigger, a loud bang echoing throughout the glade. The large stag dashing off quickly out of fright.

"It's impossible," Dream scoffs, standing up abruptly, his eye brows furrowed.

"Now, now. There'll be plenty of other opportunities," his father assures as they begin walking back to the house.

"I've failed each and every time," Dream exclaims like a small child. "I can just hear what Quackity will have to say about this, Skeppy too,"

"All the more reason to keep trying," he justifies.

Dream rolls his eyes. "They'll be insufferable—"

"Shh," his father cuts him off, grabbing his arm and pulling him down to the forest floor, pointing to wards where a deer had shown itself. "Shh, shh,"

His father raises his gun slowly, resting it against a fallen log as he breathes out. BANG. He downs the stag in one shot.

"Shit!" Dream exclaims happily, making his brother raise his eyebrow in warning as he sits up. "You have to show me how to do that!"

"Come along," his father urges as he stands up. "It's more about confidence than anything else," he explains. "You decided that stag was too large to shoot before you even touched the trigger, I'm afraid. But you'll learn. You'll learn in time,"

"You make it sound so easy," Dream whines as they walk onto the gravel path leading to their house. It was lined with beautifully vibrant flowers, busy bees buzzing around tending to the buds. "Nothing ever rattles you, does it?"

"Oh, I believe your mother would have quite a few things to say about that," he chuckles, a confused look on Dream's face as he looks up at his father who pats him on the back. "You do know that you cannot show someone your best without allowing them to see your worst,"

"Huh," Dream says simply.

"Speaking of which, she would adore those," his fathers tells him as he bends down to the flowers, picking beautiful purple ones. "They're quite lovely, are they not?"

"Karl will be jealous if we return with nothing for him," Dream jokes, beginning to pluck flowers for his elder brother as his father attempts to swat away a bee.

His father grumbles, failing to swat the bee away. "Ugh, this bloody— ow,"

"Father?" Dream calls from where he is still squared beside the flowers.

"The damn thing stung me," he tells his son, his eyes drooping down slightly as he face grows more red. He stumbles forward towards the house slowly, dropping the flowers he had in his hand for his wife.

"Father?" Dream asks worriedly, standing up to try and support his father. "What is it?" He asks as his father falls forward, panic pulsing through the young boy. "Father!"

"I can't—" his father heaves out. "Breathe—"

"Help us, someone!" Dream screams towards the house, his heart racing. "Someone, please! Help!" He begs to the sky, trying to bring his father to the door of Aubrey Hall. "Father!"