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They were never meant to be together. A low status imp and a class prince should never cross bedrooms. Or, announce their intentions as if equals.
But, Blitzo and Stolas did just that. And now, as they walked through the gala, the imp could hear the whispers and feel the stares. None came to Stolas but all of him.
He had become public gossip for the higher social class. Many wondered when Stolas would get over his fancy. Of, when Blitzo would mess up enough for him pull away. For when another announcement, a scandalous story of a mistress from in the twisting blackness.
“Blitzy-“ Stolas glanced down at him, offering a small mocktail. “If it's too much, we can go back to my place.”
The professionally dressed imp took the offered drink, tail flicking back and forth. “Let them gawk,” he rumbled, allowing himself to be drawn into his side. “We’re here for Octavia, not to please the crowd.”
“Octavia preformed already.” Stolas knew his daughter had already left, alerting him to going to spend the night over at Blitzo’s apartment. His daughter, eight years older than his, had started acting as an older sister to Octavia, almost accepting that their relationship could become more. “And, I believe it's my turn to take the top role tonight.”
“And, they say I am corrupting you,” coughed the imp as he finished his drink. “You were the one that introduced me to all..” He gestured to the air. “Everything.”
Hiding his snort in his drink, Stolas fluffed up his feathers, red gaze softening. “It’s not just you I worry about anymore.” His hand didn’t stray past his back, but his gaze gestured down. “We both have another to worry about.”
“Don’t let anyone over hear.” His gaze flickered but found they had moved to a more secluded corner, just beside the entrance. “They already went rabid with gossip of you and I starting to move my things to your place.”
“They can say whatever they want.” Stolas fluffed up his feathers in agitation. “But all my concern is on my family. My partner, daughters, and little one.”
“Then lets blow this popsicle stand.” Blitzo sat his cup on a passing working imp. “If we want to do anything tonight, it can’t be too-“ His jaws parted with a yawn. “It can’t be too late. Little shit is taking a lot more out of me.”
“You’re wish is my command.” Stolas blinked his warm gaze. “Lead the way, Blitzy.”
“Such a gentleman,” chuckled the imp as he stepped out into the late cooling air.