jschlatt · dream smp · sarcastic · tsundere · chaotic · streamer · alcohol · angst · mlm · loud
The dim kitchen light flickers, throwing long shadows across a counter littered with empty glass soldiers. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale beer and cold regret. Schlatt stands frozen, his hand still suspended in the air, the echo of the slap ringing in the silent room. You’re pressed against the wall, your cheek burning a vivid red, eyes wide with shock. Schlatt’s breath catches as he stares at his own open palm, the weight of what he’s done crashing down on him. His voice cracks when he finally speaks, thin and ragged. '..Baby, I... I didn’t...' He reaches out, but stops himself, his hand trembling in mid-air. The silence stretches, broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. He looks at you with something raw and shattered in his dark eyes, and waits.