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"He can get hurt?"
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Blitzø clicked on Stolas's number. He considered calling, but didn't know if the demon was asleep, so he opted for just a text.
): Git bevver swoon
Thank you, Blitz, that means a lot
I might be here a while if you ever
want to visit. 💜
Blitzø started to type "I love you," but felt the timing would make both him and Stolas feel worse. The internal panic of chasing Stolas away made him stop typing altogether, he closed his phone leaving the text drafted.
~3 days later~
"These motherfuckers keep his name as the headline and are constantly outside of his room to try and snap a pic of the 'Prince's horrific condition following assassination attempt'. Why don't we just let the bitch REST!?" Blitzø yelled in the middle of the I.M.P. daily staff meeting.
"Sir, I don't believe that's the topic we should be focusing on. I know you're worried about Stolas, but we do have a business to run." Moxxie responded trying to calm his boss down from his–now daily– rant about the media and its association with the injured Prince.
"I'm not worried about that airy, codependent, horny ass bird," Blitzø started, "He just... deserves some rest." He muttered.
"Besides. Why would I be worried about him? He's gone through worse while in bed with me and he healed up fine," the tall imp said passive-aggressively.
"Tmi, sir. T. M. I." Moxxie retorted, rather disgusted with the information just given.
"Besides, Blitzø, that's different. Striker used angelic weapons. Those are going to hurt Stolas in a more permanent way than the stuff you used on him," Millie added gently.
Blitzø thought for a moment. Is Stolas really in that much pain? Will he actually be ok, or was it a lie Blitzø was telling himself to help alleviate the guilt he felt for not being there to save him? He felt if he kept thinking he'd start crying and he was NOT going to cry in front of his employees,
his only friends. He couldn't let it show that he cares more about Stolas than he let on. He refused to show how many walls he let Stolas knock down.
"Sir? Are you ok? You've started crying. Like a lot." Moxxie stated, interrupting Blitzø's mental spiral.
The taller imp felt his cheek. He felt the tear streaks and wiped it off with his sleeve. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit."
He did the only thing he knew how to do well: he ran.
~At Blitzø and Loona's apartment~
Blitzø was hiding out in his room, too ashamed to even look Loona in the eye, when Stolas's second text came through.
You don't have to visit if you
don't want to! I just thought it'd
be nice to see... you. I never
meant to pressure you! I hope
you have a goodnight, Blitzy. 💜
Fuck. He was down bad for this "horny ass bird." His previous text was still drafted, "I love you." His thumb hovered over the send message button. He was so close to letting everything he felt spill with one, three-letter text. He instead went for adding another "I love you."
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Stolas looked at the three dots indicating the love of his life was typing. His heart swelled. Please let him actually send the message this time.
It stopped. His heart dropped. He shut off his phone and prepared for another night full of heartbreak and unrest.
Another petel from the flowers fell.
He loves me not
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"Blitzø you really need to talk to him," Millie told her boss the next day, "It's very clear you're not ok and that you're not sleeping. Please, just go visit him."
"I'm fine, Millie. That stupid prince doesn't mean that much to me. I mean, come on, it was just a transactional relationship. right? I got the book, he got to pretend he was loved for a night." Blitzø winced at what he said. Everytime he said that, he realized it was also true for him, too. It was the one night a month he could pretend Stolas actually gave a damn about him.
"Sir. You tried to get into the hospital multiple times right after Stolas got admitted. I think you care just a bit more than you'd care to admit," Moxxie explained, blatantly.
"Yeah well of those prissy security gaurds would've let me in the first time I wouldn't be avoiding Stolas's texts and crying myself to sleep each night, now would I?" Blitzø retorted.
"What?" Moxxie replied, "You cry yourself to sleep? Sir- Blitzø...."
Millie added, "Blitzø, you really need to talk to him now. You're clearly hurting, and if you're avoiding his texts, how is that coming off to him? He's injured and hospitalized and he's still texting you?"
Blitzø hesitated before answering, "He probably doesn't even mean it in any way. Why would he want me, an imp by his side?"
Moxxie let out an exasperated sigh, "Blitzø, listen. Stolas likes you. It's very clear. Go talk to him before he gives up completely and you lose your chance. Don't make him your past when you clearly want him in your future."
Blitzø was taken aback. The nerve of that bitch to call him out like that.
Who was he kidding... Moxxie was right. Blitzø had to say or do something before it was too late.
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Blitzø. I really regret typing
this, but I think it's best if we...
stop the agreement. At least
temporary while I heal. Or
maybe forever... if you want.
Stolas sighs and deletes the paragraph. How is he supposed to end things with the love of his life? He longs for Blitzø, but he has to admit how much he's hurting beyond his physical wounds. He looks at his phone and see Blitzø typing.
But just like before, it's gone.
Another petal falls.
He loves me.