Summary:
There's a warmth in the eyes
And a clearness of thought
When the deepest of sighs
And the frankest of shadows are gone
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Wilbur felt his heart soar as he heard those words.
He felt Schlatt wrap his arm around his back, his fingers pressing deep in a way that sent a vibration down to his toes. Schlatt leaned in, his lips once again ghosting ever so slightly over Wilbur's.
It was strange, this juxtaposition that Schlatt had developed around him in comparison to everyone else. This evil tyrant of the past, so willing to just.....exist with him. He didn't seem as preoccupied with making amends as Wil.
Like he didn't actually want to move on.
A small part of Wilbur felt guilty for liking Schlatt's company. He had been so resistant about him the past couple of days, and to be completely honest, Wilbur was just....tired. Tired of trying to justify his attraction to Schlatt in his mind. Tired of pushing away feelings that just felt so right.
All Wilbur knew, that despite it all, he knew that he felt the safest in Schlatt's arms.
In his he could finally sleep.
"Wil..." Schlatt rasped, his mouth pressing over Wilbur's neck, leaving Wilbur hot and yearning.
Wilbur wondered, as Schlatt slowly peppered kisses down his neck, what would have happened in their lives if they weren't so wrapped up in their own ambitions.
Their own pursuits of power that they justified with presidencies.
Or revolutions.
Or by using people.
He'd had this thought before.
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Wilbur had managed to sneak into L'Manburg undetected.
Not like he hadn't done so before, but tomorrow was a special day.
The festival.
The hopeful end of it all.
Wilbur looked up at the sunrise, the heat slowly passing over him.
Who knew when he'd get to experience the next one, at this point.
With the explosives right under his feet.
He needed to find Schlatt.
Wilbur didn't know how long he stood on top of that hill overlooking his stolen country til he spotted the familiar horned figure in the distance, heading towards the White House. Wilbur followed him and watched as Schlatt walked inside, and after a beat of making sure they weren't being tailed, Wilbur followed, slipping in after him.
"....Come to gloat?" Schlatt asked, leaning up against his desk.
"Why would I do that?" Wilbur replied, slowly shutting the door.
He looked around the White House.
It was different from when he left it.
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the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows
Fanfiction"What happened to us, Schlatt? Where did it go wrong?" "It went wrong when I realized what I could gain by winning." Wilbur Soot wakes up from his death sad, cold, and alone. At least, he thought he was alone. Someone he feels as achingly familiar b...
