As {Name} sent off the familiar white dove, now with a new letter tied around its waist, she smiled.
Techno and her had been sending letters back and forth for a while now, and it made her the happiest person alive! She cared so much about Techno, it was great to see him in good health!
As she watched it fly away, from a bit away she could see schlatt and his iconic smirk.
He was talking to Wilbur, seeming to be putting his confident personality to show in front of the current president.
Wilbur had a scowl on his face, a bitter taste obviously not being the reason.
She smiled to herself, not having anything to do today so why not let these two keep her entertained?
She skipped her way on over to the duo, making them both stop talking and looking down at her.
Wilbur had to bend his head a little lower, but that didn't mean Schlatt didn't have to crank his eyes down to see the girl.
She smiled a little mischievous grin, her hands behind her back as she tried to act as innocent as possible. She quickly fixed her crooked halo, making it less tilted, for it to just tilt again once she let go.
Wilbur raised an eyebrow at her sudden appearance, while schlatt just smiled, seeming amused at her popping up out of nowhere.
"Hello you two! What are you guys doing?" She asked as Wilbur sighed, glaring at schlatt from the corner of his eye.
"We were discussing business.." Wilbur told her as she nodded at him.
"What is my head of Military doing today?" Schlatt asked smoothly making {Name}'s eyes light up, wings flapping like a puppy dogs tail at the name.
He smirked at this, now understanding that she likes it more than he thought.
Wilbur's glare intensified as his lip quivered, confused at the name.
"What do you mean head of military?" Wilbur demanded as schlatt simply looked at him, raising an eyebrow in a mocking way.
"When I become president i promised that id make her my head of military, instead of... what was she?" He chuckled at the pathetic man, finding his facial reactions funny.
"National treasure?"
Wilbur clenched his fists, biting his inner lip so insults don't slip out.
He hated that schlatt made {Name}'s wings flap like he does, he hated how he was already making plans for when he becomes president
(like he even will!).
He hates how schlatt looks at her, like she's gonna be something important to him. Like his heart is already set on pursuing the girl just like Wilbur's heart was.
He hated it all.
And most of all, he hated the looming fear that his nation and his angel would be taken by the ram.
And both in the end would make it so they weren't his anymore.
He would admit he could be possessive at times, he likes his things to be his own and only his.
Was that too far-fetched?
He never was good at sharing.
"Well, I'll be both then!" {Name} said trying to ease the tension between the two men. She could feel the air getting thicker the longer those two held the deathly eye contact.
Schlatt must've never been afraid of death.
"No, {Name}. You don't have to own that stupid little title over your head anymore. I understand you, not like Wilbur does," Schlatt stated proudly puffing out his chest.
He lightly grabbed her hand, making her look up at the ramling again.
He never wanted those eyes off of him.
The shivers sent down his spine when he knew she was looking at him, those beady e/c eyes that he just got lost in.
You could read her whole soul like a good novel in them, purity and kindness being the main plot.
He hoped those eyes never looked at anyone but him ever again.
But alas, he knew that would never happen.
"Let's have fun, shall we? I've got something to show you! That is, if you don't have anything planned?" Schlatt offered as {Name} nodded, trying to cut him off saying Wilbur should join him but Schlatt just dragged her away.
Wilbur watched the two of them walk away.
He saw red.
He assumed Schlatt talking about stealing his nation would make him upset, but this is a new level.
He hated him touching her.
He wanted to rip his arms out of his sockets just so he never got to touch her again.
He was stealing what was his.
The only thing he wanted in life.
Blow up this dumbass town, steal all his belongings sure, but steal her?
Oh over his rotting, dead, melting corpse.
And even then you'll have to mess with him haunting you.
His knuckles turned white, uncut nails digging deep into his skin.
Watching as she tried to reason with schlatt, trying to pull herself away, as he just talked her out of it, all made his blood boil.
Oh you pathetic little sheep, you don't know what's coming.
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"Schlatt-" {Name} said, trying to balance herself as he covered her eyes with his large hands.
He was walking her to wherever he deemed for them to go, {Name} trying to keep steady and not run into anything with the whole "I cant fucking see" part.
His suit jacket would brush up against her from time to time, the slick material obviously being very expensive.
She wondered where this man even came from?
Did the fallen kingdom where techno and Phil are from have tailors?
Was he from utah?
Or did XD just deem that he needed the finest material for no odd reason.
She felt unsteady, not sure where she was going. They had been walking for about 30 minutes, and about ten minutes ago she was restricted from her eyesight.
She was fully reliant on the ram leading her.
And he loved that.
Every unsure word that she said, every wobble of her feet, every time she leaned into his touch, set his whole body ablaze.
"Shhhh we're almost there.." he reassured her as she nodded hesitantly.
"I swear if you're trying to murder me to get Wilbur distracted from the election you're gonna be the one who dies today." She joked as schlatt laughed, finally stopping her and him in their tracks.
Slowly, his hands left her face as she slowly looked around her surroundings.
It was a wooden room, seeming to look like an office of some sort, a golden glow seeming to float around the whole office space. A desk was in the middle of the room with a wooden chair tucked into the space made for it.
A warm fire behind the desk, a neat fireplace with a sweet crackling coming from it for ambiance.
Ink and quill were laid out orderly on the desk, as well as a large white box that was shaped like a rectangle.
A red ribbon was tied around it, a bow tied to connect it all on the front. In swoopy cursive letters, her name was written on the front next to a heart.
She took in her surroundings, walking up to the box as touching the front.
She quickly looked back to Schlatt, him simply nodding at her to open it.
She softly untied the ribbon, setting it off to the side of the table and lifting the front of the box off. Setting the lid down onto the ground, she laid her eyes into what was in the box.
There lay a clean black suit, white under shirt and a smooth black belt. It looked expensive. And with it, a badge with a silver lining and an obsidian base had "head of Military" painted on with silver paint. And to finish it off a clear coat was on the top, so when you ran your hands over it all you could feel was the smooth texture.
She let out a small gasp, admiring it in utter disbelief.
"Schlatt- what is this?" She asked softly as he smiled at her, walking up from behind and placing an arm around her waist.
They both were admiring the suit in a comfortable side hug, but even with the soft and relaxed atmosphere of the room the pit of mold and discomfort grew even larger in {Name}'s gut.
The storm was nearing even closer.
And their auras were becoming more and more like oil and water.
"It's your uniform, for when i'm president. And your badge."
He told her squeezing a little tighter.
And even when looking at something great, being able to have everything she wanted out of a nation, she could feel her land underneath her slowly begin to die.