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"What. The. Fuck!"
Blitz screamed his heart out to the sky. It wasn't enough.
It was never enough.
He sat down. Down on the palace steps. The palace of the man who was willing to give Blitz all he had. He stared up at the deep red sky, and he let his mind slip away from him.
It wasn't fair.
Blitz looked down at the asmodean crystal. It gleamed in the moonlight. Something gnawed at Blitz's insides. His throat tightened and he forced himself to look away from the stone.
It was everything he was afraid of losing.
Wasn't it?
"You are free of me," Stolas had said.
Blitz's chest ached with a longing he didn't understand. But I do not want to be free of you.
Access to the mortal realm. That's what he was afraid of losing. That's why he cared about making tonight perfect. There was no other reason. Not that it mattered. He wouldn't likely be seeing Stolas again anyway, even if he wanted to. He ruined it. It was done.
There was nothing left to fix.
Nothing worth fixing, anyway. Not when everything started broken to start with.
It was my fault. I broke into his palace and stole his damn book. This is all my fault.
Stolas, caged away in his own feelings, crying. Crying because he was hurt. Hurt, because Blitz hurt him.
The grimiore. Losing it. His biggest fear. The thing he worked so hard to protect. And in the blink of an eye, it was gone. The book, it was gone. That was what this was about. That's why he cared so much.
Blitz's vision blurred, his eyes wet with tears that threatened to spill. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. The crystal in view again, mocking him.
He had what he wanted.
But he still felt like he lost everything.
"You hurt him," he whispered into the silence of the dimming night sky. His throat ached with every word.
Tears threatened to spill once again. He was pathetic, for caring so much. "You hurt him. You fucking asshole."
Ozzie's. The look on Stolas' face. Full of desperation. The hospital. Where he left Stolas there alone. Alone and hurting, from where Blitz had failed to save him.
"You always hurt him. Why do you always hurt him?"
His fists tightened, shaking with fury. Fury at Stolas, for pushing him away instead of listening to him. Fury at himself, for making Stolas feel-
Feel...
He scoffed, tail lashing.
Stolas, in love with me?
It will pass.