Clicked (YAN!DSMP x fallen angel reader)

chapter 35

3rd pov

{Name} looked down at the extended hand, unsure what to do. 

Really actually.. Confused as to what was happening.

 Last time she saw these individuals they locked her up, or... tried to. 

It was confusing why everyone was acting like nothing happened. 

Mainly because something DID happen. 

She was so fucking tired of people acting like nothing was wrong. 

Her fists clenched, before glancing back up at techno. He silently nodded, referencing dancing with him. Techno could keep an eye on him, and best to be polite in an enemy's palm.

 {Name} paused, gently putting her hand in his. He smiled, his grin spreading all the way to his mutton chops. He gracefully whisked her away to the dance floor, leading her along. 

He was a.. Surprisingly good dancer. 

It was dark, with glowing lanterns and scattered fire flies all around us.

 Some symphony playing in the background, an obvious waltz from the fact it was in 3/4ths.

 She felt the air run over her legs as her dress flowed with their movements, his hand on her waist while his other was intertwined with hers. He looked her in the eyes, tilting his head down.

 "I think it's been quite tense between us," He said formally, entering this new topic while they dance just the two of them. 

Slowly, more individuals start to join the dance floor. Niki and Fundy twirl around, giggling with one another like good friends. 

{Name} glanced up at him, furrowing her eyebrows. 

"You think?" she replied, not amused by the point he made. 

"Look.. I'm sorry. If.. that counts as anything to you," He admitted, the formality washing away as he gently spun her. 

"I know I don't deserve forgiveness, or even any sympathy but... I want you to know I understand what I did was wrong, and I'm hoping to start over." He admitted, looking down at his feet now as he pitifully started to swell with tears. 

"I just-" his voice cracked mid sentence, making him clear his throat and re-adjust. "I just want you home." 

He went quiet, as {name}'s gaze gently softened.

 "I want my head of military back. I want soft conversations, I want someone I can trust.. I want kindness, and an easy presence..." 

He stopped, looking back up at her. Their gazes met, and {name} couldn't smell a trace of alcohol on him.

 Fully sober, just for her. 

"No one is like you.." He admitted, his heart pounding. {Name} gulped, remembering when Wilbur was still president and she was just getting to know the Ram. 

Sneaking into where he was staying, it being late at night..

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"You play the piano?" {Name} asked, the night late as the moonlight poured into Schlatt's bedroom through the open window she climbed through. 

Schlatt sat at the piano, his hands hovering over the keys. He laughed, admiring them.

 "I guess... I mean I used to.. My mother forced me. Said it'd get me 'cultured'.." {Name} was hanging off the side of the oak wood piano, the beautiful glaze over the wood polished and well taken care of. 

{Name} smelled of freshly washed sheets, clean musk... and a hint of vanilla (specifically the extract).

 It caught Schlatt's nose, just enough to be taunting. 

She wore a white night gown, just at her knees. It was silk, it looked comfortable.

 She smiled at him, making his heart swell. 

"Could you play something for me?" She asked softly, making him take a gulp of his own saliva. 

His hands traced over the ivory keys, his calloused fingertips glazing the smooth material.

 He slowly started with a song he remembered from when he was a boy. He had no clue what the name was, nor where it originated. All he knew was it was in B flat. 

As he slowly finished the song, he looked back up from the tiles up at {Name} once again. 

The moonlight reflected her features perfectly, the look on her face making his heart beat out of his chest. 

"Wow," 

He breathed, making {Name} laugh.

 "What?" 

She laughed, tucking a piece of air behind her ear that fell over her face. 

"Nothing! Just uhm.. That song's hard!" He lied, laughing to cover it up. 

It was shocking how such a tough seeming man could get so soft in a matter of seconds. 

Such a helpless face, like a target on the head of a deer. 

He was a deer, with her shotgun right up against its head. 

...

And yet all she did was kiss its forehead.

 Maybe this kindness god intended to give to the world? 

Maybe this is what Jesus felt like to the unlovable sinners. 

Maybe all sinners are deer in headlights, waiting to be hit by a car. 

Or be hunted with a shotgun.

 Until they meet kindness, and she was... so kind.

 She smiled at him one last time, the light night air making his brain fuzzy.

 "I like you," She admitted, giving him one big hug.

 He awkwardly crumpled around her, not knowing what to do in this situation. 

"I like the piano,"

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"I'm sorry Schlatt.." She said, hesitating before she spoke again. 

"Im just... stuck in the middle right now,"

 They danced in silence for a while, the air thick with unsaid feelings and emotions towards the situation. He looked at her dress silently, a soft smile appearing on his face.

 "You look like a bride," 

He said gently, making her look up at him. She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

 "Im an angel, we always wear white." She replied simply, as he just shrugged it off. 

He paused, realizing he took up too much time.

 "Will I see you later?" He asked quickly in a panic, letting go of her waist. His words didn't make much sense, seeming to be out of nowhere.

 Before she could think, she nodded, it being one of pure instinct. 

His gaze softened, the reassurance a slight comfort.

 "Great.." He said, before running off. 

{Name} watched him as he left, a trail of foot prints left in his wake. 

Slowly, he made his way up the podium on a large stage, tapping the mic a few times before smiling. It was a shift, an uncomfortable, eerie shift.

 Like he knew it was all going to end in flames.