Target Practice

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(I'm apparently just on a writing kick)

 Dream's POV

I take my stance and pull back the bowstring. I'm staring at the target but my mind is somewhere else. Stupid, Ink, tricking me like that. The arrow flies past my face and completely misses the target. Great, now I have to go find that. Later, fire a few more. I take another arrow and load my bow again. Breath, in............out.

The arrow goes flying and the string snaps back hitting my arm. I hiss a bit in pain, it's not the first time I've hit that spot today. I should really get arm guards so it doesn't do that. I look to where the arrow went flying, it buried itself in a tree a couple of feet above the target I had placed.

I knock another arrow but before I get ready to shoot, I hear a dark chuckle. "You really can't hit anything, can you?"I turn to the voice and bring up my bow.

"I can still hit you, Nightmare," I say. He steps closer and gently uses a hand to lower the bow so it isn't pointed at him.

"No, you can't. I've been watching, you could barely hit Snowdin if it was right in front of your face, but if you think you can prove me wrong, hit the target." I turn to the target and raise my bow and then I lower it. "That's what I thought."

I look down at my feet, I don't want to see his smug face. He puts a hand over my bow hand. It's warm, I expected it to feel cold. He takes his other hand and puts it over my draw hand. "You're mind isn't focused. Stop worrying about whatever it is and just focus on the moment."

We raise the bow. My back is pressed to his chest, it's not uncomfortable, it's just strange. We draw back the arrow and I can actually focus, Ink is the furthest thing from my mind, it's just us and the target. The arrow goes flying and hits the target, dead center.

I turn my head to look at him, he was doing the same and our mouths connected. It takes a second to get over the shock but I turn away, disconnecting the kiss. I can see his face is covered in blush, and I can only guess mine is too.

"Sorry"

"It's alright. It's just as much my fault as it is yours. Didn't happen?"

"Didn't happen." I agree. But why do I feel disappointed?

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Original idea was angst but it turned out as fluff. Oh well, I like fluff. See ya, imaginary people.

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