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Stolas was tired. So incredibly tired. In the ‘I can’t move’ way. His day had been occupied by other Goetias or important people. Oh, he couldn't even think to name them, that's how mushy his brain felt. He wasn't planning on going to his dearest Blitz, no, he reckoned he wouldn't especially be wanted. He had his afternoon all planned out.
Spend time with Via, go to his library, pick up a book he wouldn't read, and collapse in bed with the book promptly forgotten. It was a foolproof plan! But it wasn't, really. Because Via had come home rather angry because of something or other, Stolas had tried to fix it, and she had screamed at him over something small. She’d slammed the door shut on the way to her room, and it echoed in his mind. Once he'd gone to the library, he was already (badly) hiding tears, the churning of his stomach caused by guilt that was misplaced making him feel horrible. On top of that, he picked a very long book that he hadn't really enjoyed before, so it was all going wrong. In the sense that little things were annoying him too much.
Once collapsed on the bed, door closed, he let himself sob into the pillow, leaving streaks of mascara, something that he'd clean up himself, too embarrassed to tell his servants to do so.
He was so caught up in his crying, that he didn't realize Blitz was coming in through the window, prepared for the monthly transaction they had. Once he saw Stolas, though, he stopped. There was a chance the bird was getting ready for their activities, but by the sounds he was making, it sounded sadder than anything. So, Blitz pattered over to the bed, and sat beside him, creaking beneath his weight. There, Stolas looked up, and his face contorted with confusion, before realizing it must be the full moon.
He was about to open his mouth to speal, when Blitz got the chance to do so first.
“Stols?”
He let out a noncommital noise at that, quite unbecoming of him.
“Rough day?”
Stolas just nodded dumbly, not caring to elaborate, and not thinking he cared either. That was wring, obviously, but Blitz could see that he didn't feel like talking, so he didn't push.
Blitz got up, grabbing Stolas’ hands.
“Up you go, bird brain.”
“I apologize, Blitz,” not Blitzy. Something must be really wrong, Blitz thinks. “, but I don't feel up for this. You can have the book, free of charge, I-“ he took a break to breathe “I can't engage right now.”
Blitz frowned, and Stolas thought he might be forced to do so, before remembering that this was Blitz, not Stella, and Blitz'd never do that,
“Okay. Just get up,”
Stolas tried to move as best he could, but he stumbled on both feet. Blitz was still on the bed, tall enough to hold his hands without having to reach up too much (although it was still a reach).
“Bath time.” Blitz mutters, hopping off the bed and going to the bathroom, running a bath. Stolas followed dumbly, not sure what to do, and he stayed quiet and still when Blitz took off his clothes, guiding him into the bath. He let out an involuntary coo when he sunk into warm water, it instantly feeling like a hug, and was slightly surprised when Blitz didn't pull away at it. Instead, he was fighting a smile, something clearly amusing in the birds eyes.
“Stay here,” Blitz muttered, before placing a very hesistant and very quick kiss on his cheek, trying not to look back when Stolas let out that adorable noise again. Instead, he hut the door and grabbed a stool.
Fuckin' bird having to put his fuckin' sheets so high up. Eventually, he managed to reach what he was looking for, and started to make the bed with new sheets. This was, of course, a challenge, as it was a wide bed and he wasn't meant for the job. But Blitz didn't give up, and it paid off, as a few minutes later, he was done, and the bed smelled clean and fresh and somehow of lavender instead of sheets that had been in a drawer.
Going back in the bathroom, Blitz took the same stool and sat beside the bathub, eyes roaming Stolas' body slightly, just to make sure he was relaxed and okay. Physically, at least. Once he determined he was, he grabbed Stolas' lavender soap (he knew that from the many times Stolas had insisted on cleaning him up after their monthly activities, although the latter was the one in need of a bath), rubbing some on his hands and gently cleaning his face. It was stained with mascara, and though Blitz thought he looked nice always (he would never admit it, much less to the bird), he wanted him to be comfortable. And he determined that was the way to go about it.
After that, it was his chest, home of Blitzs favourite chest fluff, then his back and arms, and finally, his legs. It was a comforting type of touch, intimate without being sexual, and Stolas relished in the feeling. Blitz pulled him up as gently as he could to rinse him off, wrapping him up in a towel and bringing out what he guessed was the birds favourite robe, a red that looked suspiciously like Blitzs eyes.
When Stolas was clean and warm and feeling slightly better, Blitz accompanied to the bed. When Stolas saw it was made, he beamed like a child being given a candy bar, and looked over at Blitz, who didn't give him a response, as he was slightly afraid that he'd melt if he saw Stolas giving him that look. Blitz helped him onto the bed, leaving the grimoire at his bedside table, and picking out what he guessed was one of his favourite books, a romcom. (He liked hellanovellas, so he must like romcoms, maybe?)
Stolas aws surpirsed Blitz knew it, and the latter was too, but nonetheless, he kicked his boots off, sat on top of the bed (and got in when Stolas pulled him into the sheets), and started reading to him, something he was sure he'd never do, much less for a prince. His prince. He knew better than to pry and risk him feeling worse, so he didn't mention anything about Stolas' day.
Stolas found great comfort in that evening, and it was one of the best encounters they had. The last thing he remembers is the mumbled goodnight he gave the imp, not the kiss on the cheek that Blitz gave him, or the hug, or any of that.
It was a good sinsmas.