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The pain of the bullets leaving Blitzo's body is nothing new, asking for Stolas is. He pleaded with Loona to open a portal to the demon prince's manor. She didn't argue, not once asking any further questions. He fell through the portal into Stolas's bed, clutching the hole in his side. The wound would heal faster in hell and the black ooze that fell from it would slowly go away, but he needed someone to just hold him through it.
He always healed on his own, in his office or at his apartment, but this time he wanted someone there. He could've asked Millie or Moxxie, but he wanted Stolas. What a turn of events.
Settling down in the fluff of the owls bed felt better than his rusty couch. He basically purred as he curled around his wound. The ooze had already slowed down and the bullet hole was closing slowly. Blitzo settled further down in the bed, eyes fluttering closed. He was finally feeling content.
Blitzo wasn't asleep more than fifteen when he was awoken by feathers wrapping around his body. "Well isn't this a pleasant surprise. My sexy little imp, crawling into my bed. What does my love need from me today?" Blitzo was disgusted with the whine that came from his mouth as he curled further into Stolas. "Awe my sweet little Blitzy."
"Just shut up okay. Hurt." The imp mumbled, rubbing his face in Stolas's chest. The owl chuckled, settling down in his bed. He wrapped his arms tighter around Blitzo. He reached down to kiss the top of the smaller male's head.
"Go back to sleep Blitzo. I'll take care of you."