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Blitzꬾ wanted a fucking refund on these damn feelings. For the better half of the month, he had found himself in some kind of rut—reminiscing over the moments spent with Stolas, the sound of the demons’ voice, the curl to his lips when he blushed or smiled—and it was driving him absolutely fucking insane. He had never been one for emotions, for love—experience and the past showed him that he just wasn’t the type of person for that.
He didn’t deserve that.
Not after the shit he’d done, the people he’d hurt.
Sighing, Blitzꬾ finished the cup of coffee and tossed it aside. He would worry about the slight spill and clean up later. Given the rest of his trashy apartment was, well, trash, one empty iced coffee cup wouldn’t be so out of place. He groaned and turned on the TV to another one of those human tele-novelas – Stolas had gotten him into it with the often ridiculous and crazy plotlines, cajoling him to watch just a few minutes of it once night after their Full Moon tryst, and Blitzꬾ had been hooked ever since.
Not that he would ever admit, though.
He took a few more bites out of his popcorn before his Hellphone beeped with in an incoming message. From the tone, it was from Stolas—and his heart did not palpitate at that realization. It was simply doing what a normal heart should, beating and all that shit.
He unlocked his phone and saw that Stolas had sent another wall of messages per usual, this one discussing some of the new plants in his garden and inquiring about Blitzꬾ’s health and well-being. It made his heart and stomach do weird little loops that he didn’t like.
He sighed once more and, as the telenovela couple were viciously fighting each other’s affair partners, made a split, impulsive decision.
blitzꬾ
can i come over
Stolas’ response was immediate. One would think he had the phone plastered to his damn face with how quick the response came in.
birdbrain
Oh, absolutely! I shall make a portal straight away :)! I am looking forward to seeing you, my little imp~
Blitzꬾ couldn’t help but snort. In a brief moment of slight insecurity, he looked over his outfit for a moment – checking for stains or any rips and tears – before he shook his head. Stolas had seen him in much worse states, Full Moon or otherwise, and thus his attire wouldn’t truly matter to the Prince. If it had, he’s certain Stolas would’ve made his opinion known by now.
A portal ripples open beside him, on que, and Blitzꬾ steepled his nerves before he backed out.
“Blitzy~?” Stolas greeted in that warm, purring tone that never failed to make his stomach bubble. “To what do I owe the lovely occasion? You normally don’t seek me out first.”
Blitzꬾ shrugged and decided a bit of honest couldn’t hurt. Even if it pained him to do so. “I was watching one of those telenovelas and thought of you,” he replied after a pause, reaching back to self-consciously scratch at the backs of one of his horns.
Stolas brightened. “Oh? Which one?”
His mind blanked. “Uh, fuck . . . the Spanish one.”
Stolas’ four eyes blinked, and the owl tilted his head. “There are quite a lot of telenovelas that I’ve watched that fit such language criteria, Blitzy.”
“I know, I know,” Blitzꬾ said, waving a hand in the air as he walked closer. “I just – my mind blanked when you asked that question.”
Stolas made a curious chirping’ sound in the back of his throat, and by Hell, it was cute. Blitzꬾ wanted to fight him—or fuck him, he wasn’t sure which one would come first. “Oh?” A sudden smile bloomed across Stolas’ expression as he twined around the imp, a feathered hand trailing down the line of the imps’ throat. “Have I made you nervous, my little one?”
“Yes,” Blitzꬾ bit out before he could stop himself. His tail slashed in the air once, and then curled around him for comfort. A part of him hated how much of it was a tell. “Listen; I’ve had a shit week already, I don’t need your feathered ass teasing me, too.”
Stolas chuckled and pressed a kiss against his forehead. Sappy ass. “My apologies, dear Blitzy. Though I am still curious as to why you asked to come over today, if not for the matters of fornication—.”
“Oh, for fucks’ sake, just say fucking,” Blitzꬾ snapped, but there wasn’t any heat to his voice. Having Stolas say all those fancy and hoity-toity words had done something to his system, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it yet. “I just – I guess I – I don’t know what I wanted, so I’ll just leave.”
Stolas gave a soft hoot and grabbed him at the waist, lifting him into an embrace. “Oh, Blitzy, don’t leave, you’ve only just arrived!” Stolas protested softly, but they were both aware that if Blitzꬾ truly wanted to leave, he could. “How about we watch an episode of Sleepless City?”
“Fine,” Blitzꬾ sighed, not even trying to struggle out of Stolas’ grasp. Fuck it; the owls’ feathers were soft and warm, and always made cuddling even more comforting. Often, it left Blitzꬾ not wanting to leave. “But if Marisa goes back to that asshole dickwad again, I’m going to go directly to Hollywood and killing the directors.”
Stolas did one of his hooting laughs that Blitzꬾ wasn’t fond of, if anyone asked.
Ugh.
He hated being in love.
Absolutely sickening, he thought to himself as Stolas carried him to the bed, an expensive television floating behind them. Making themselves comfortable on the bed, Stolas curled around him and Blitzꬾ attempting to act like he wasn’t burrowing against the other, the TV flicked on to the show in question. It appeared to be a rerun episode, which didn’t bother him too much.
“Are you comfortable, Blitzy?” Stolas questioned softly about ten minutes into the episode, Marisa sobbing on the screen after discovering yet another affair from her partner. Weak bitch; she should just get a knife and shank the asshole and be done with it.
“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine,” he responded after a moment, partly distracted by the dramatic plotline before him. Even though he had already seen the episode, Marisa’s . . . Marisa-ness would never fail to capture his attention. “But . . . this is nice,” – at the soft, inquiry hoot from the Prince, he added, “the cuddling.”
Stolas tightened his arms around him, so tight that Blitzꬾ could feel his heartbeat beneath his feathered chest. “Blitzy . . . I cannot help but wonder,” Stolas started quietly, peering down at Blitzꬾ with that intense and caring gaze of his. “Is everything alright?”
No, he thought to himself. I’m in love with you, and I’m going to ruin everything.
“Yeah . . . even I wanna be held sometimes, you know?” he said instead, deflecting the concerned question with seasoned ease.
Stolas rested his head atop his and hummed softly. “Well, I am always a fan of being in your arms, my lovely little imp.”
Blitzꬾ chuckled softly at the endearing nickname. Normally, he’d get pissed the fuck off if it were anyone else, but . . . Stolas had burrowed deep in his heart, and it was clear the owl demon wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. “Whatever,” he said after the silence between them stretched too long for his comfort. He ignored the way his tail lazily swished in the air, the soft purring deep in his chest. “Now, shaddup and watch the show.”
Stolas laughed softly. “Of course, my dear.”
Blitzꬾ wanted things to stay just like this for a while, but he knew that good things never lasted when it came to him. He wouldn’t focus on that now, though. For now, he had a bitch to judge and a Prince to cuddle.