jubilee line (schlattbur)

you're wasting mine

he shifted in his sleep. eyes slowly blinking open. awake.

schlatt felt an arm around his waist, hugging him protectively to the person's side. and of course, they were pressed up against him.

there was that smell again. cinnamon. autumn. fallen leaves and pumpkin spice. it was wilbur. wilbur had his arms around schlatt.

they were in the same bed.

schlatt's face flushed a dark red and he tried to escape wilbur's tight hold on him, but just like the night before, he was unable to. and even though he got more rest, he felt even more exhausted than before. smaller, weaker.

schlatt's attempted escape awoke wilbur, and he looked down at him. schlatt stopped squirming and slowly moved his gaze to wilbur, startled a bit to see his eyes locked on him as well.

"well good morning sunshine", wilbur said with a little laugh at the end. schlatt rolled his eyes and tried to push wilbur away but he didn't let go.

wilbur smirked at schlatt's pathetic attempts before letting go and getting up from the bed, disappearing into the next room like last night.

schlatt turned over to his other side and stared at the wall next to his face. it was made of spruce wood, and there were some of those wood rings on it.

he was soon bored, just laying there staring at nothing, doing nothing. all he was doing was taking up wilbur's space.

schlatt finally sat up, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. he knew wilbur told him to stay put and not get up without him, but..

but he got up anyways, standing on one leg, his injured one slightly hovering over the floor. he gripped the mantle next to him and steadied himself, attempting to walk, or more so hop, towards the door.

which was not an easy task, considering the door was on the other side of the room.

and of course, when he was halfway there, wilbur had to make his grand appearance.

"schlatt!", he shouted, grabbing the smaller man and placing him back on the bed. if looks could kill, wilbur would be long dead.

"what did i say about not getting up? or are you deaf, huh?", wilbur shook his head in disapproval. schlatt just rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"you know i never promised that i wouldn't", he said with a snarky attitude.

"oh really?", wilbur questioned.

"yeah, what, do i need to sign a blood oath or some shit?", he retorted.

wilbur just sighed and looked away, clearly annoyed with the stubborn ram's attitude.

schlatt smirked, clearly feeling accomplished by annoying wilbur. but the smirk vanished as he saw wilbur grab his trenchcoat and wrap it around his shoulders, heading towards the door.

"w-wait, wilbur. where are you going?", schlatt asked, for some reason wanting the brit's presence.

"out. i have things to do you know, i'm not going to dedicate all my time to you just because you're injured. you're acting so needy", he replied, looking back at schlatt before placing a hand on the doorknob.

schlatt ignored that last bit. "wait!- can i come with y-"

"no, you're hurt and i'm traveling quite far, you'll slow me down. there's no way in hell i'd carry you to las nevadas and you can't walk, so no"

schlatt narrowed his eyes. "las nevadas, that shit country that quackity is attempting to lead? why the hell would you go there?", he scoffed.

"oh please, don't tell me you think i'm working with quackity. i'm using him so he can trust me and then, i'll take what i need and go off of that", wilbur said.