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Blitzø rubbed the Asmodean crystal on his glove and opened a portal to his apartment.
“Thanks again for hosting Fizz, your Sinfulness. It was a hoot and a half. We should make it a regular thing,” he said as he gave a hug to his oldest friend and bowed to the King of Lust.
“Considering how exhausted I feel right now, no, never again,” Fizz teased.
Blitzø and the rest of IMP waved as they stepped through the portal and into Blitzø and Stolas’s living room.
“Loonie, we’re home!”
“Hey, Dad,” Loona came into the living room carrying Mollie and her diaper bag. She handed the giggly impling to Moxxie and her bag to Millie. “Ok, here you go, one happy and healthy baby.”
Before M & M could thank Loona for watching her, the hellhound disappeared down the hallway that led to her room.
“Well that was rude,” muttered Moxxie as he rubbed his face against his daughter’s cheek.
Stolas yawned and turned towards his bedroom. “That was a very fun night, thank you, everyone. If it’s alright, I think I’m going to take a nap. I don’t know why they call them sleep overs if one barely sleeps.”
Blitzø frantically grabbed Stolas’ hand, “not yet, big bird!”
“Why ever not? You don’t need my help in getting the others home.”
“Ummm…,” as Blitzø struggled to come up with an excuse, Loona appeared again, pulling someone behind her.
“And here you go, one moody and mostly healthy teenager,” she said with a snicker as she shoved Octavia into the middle of the living room.
The whole room went quiet, except for the sound of Mollie’s happy babbles. M & M pulled each other close, a warm smile on each of their faces as they turned to look at Stolas. Blitzø could feel his heart almost stop as he watched his boyfriend’s face change from slightly annoyed to shock to overwhelming happiness, complete with tears of joy.
Stolas fell to his knees, Blitzø quickly stepping in to hold him up. “Octavia…,” he whispered, almost afraid that this was a mirage, a trick of his sleep deprived brain, and if he spoke too loudly the illusion would shatter.
Octavia hugged herself and looked down. She felt such shame over the way she had treated her father over these last few months. She didn’t deserve his love, but she wanted to try to be worthy of it.
“Hey, Dad-“
Before she could get anything else out, Stolas was holding her tightly, too tight for her to talk. His body shuddered as he sobbed, unable to speak or breathe. Tears started to flow as she nuzzled her face into his soft feathers. He smelled differently than she remembered, there was still a hint of lavender, but there was no longer the scent of stardust that she was used to.
“I’m sorry, Dad, i’m so sorry,” she managed to mumble over her own tears, the months of stress, loneliness and heartbreak finally being released from the chamber she had shoved them into.
As the two birds hugged and cried, Blitzø quietly ushered the rest through a portal to M & M’s apartment. Blitzø took one look back at the love of his life, finally reunited with his daughter, and smiled as he closed the portal behind him.
~ ~ ~
When they finally ran out of tears and their breathing had calmed, Stolas went to work in the kitchen making them tea, while Octavia investigated the connected living room. Loona hadn’t turned on all the lights when she arrived last night so she couldn’t see much of it outside of the ripped couch, TV and large windows overlooking Imp City.
The balcony had a large collection of plants, probably more than could safely be kept on such a small space. Obviously her dad’s influence. She recognized a few flowers and carnivorous plants that they used to have at the palace, before Andrealphus killed them all with his ice, and there were a few curious plants she’d never seen before. There was also a small herb garden with little identification signs in front of them in her dad’s meticulous cursive handwriting.
There were shelving units surrounding the TV filled with books, DVDs, and plush horse dolls. Just like her dad and his weird boyfriend, they didn’t really seem to make any sense together, but they looked like they belonged together in this odd unison. She picked up one of the horse plushies, it had a green coat, horns that curved below its head and a pink mane.
“Oh, do you like her? I think her name is Arsenic, if I remember Blitzø’s horse lore correctly,” Stolas said as he placed two mugs on the table. “She was lucky enough to escape the Great Pirate War that claimed the lives of so many of her friends.”
“Yeah, it’s cute,” she turned her head around, taking in the entire apartment. “He really has a thing for horses.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” Stolas smiled to himself as he pulled out a chair, “tea is ready.”
Octavia joined him at the table, Arsenic still in her talons. The dining room table was set with a thin small vase in the middle, a single flower standing proudly in it. Besides the mugs, there was also a bowl of sugar and a container of caramel creamer, and a small plate with some rolls on it.
“Sorry, I can’t offer you much for breakfast. Blitzø and I usually do the grocery shopping Sunday afternoons. I hope this is enough. I could see if there’s any frozen mice I could roast-“
“You cook?” Octavia looked at him with a surprised expression on her face as she sniffed the contents of the creamer bottle.
“Oh, not well, but I know a few basic things,” he took a sip of his tea and sighed. “I had a lot to learn after my banishment. I still have so much to learn, actually. I’m very lucky to have Blitzø and Loona to help me.”
“Yeah, Loona is pretty cool.”
“So is that how you got here?”
“Yeah,” she poured a small amount of the creamer into her tea and stirred it absentmindedly. She had so much to tell him about her time without him, about what she had learned. Did he know just how deep her mother’s betrayal went? How did she even start?
The feeling of her dad’s hand on hers brought her back to reality. She looked up at him, and took him in. He had a grey streak in his head feathers that hadn’t been there before, and his bottom set of eyes had large white pupils in them at all times now. She could count on one hand the amount of times she had seen his pupils before, they only appeared when his emotions were really strong, and even then, they were much smaller. The appearance of these pupils was a little unsettling, it felt like they were staring into her soul, assuming a member of the Ars Goetia even had one.
“Dad, can I ask you a question?”
“Ask me anything at all, my Starfire. I’ll do my best to explain everything.”
She asked about his relationship with Stella, and he told her everything he had been protecting her from: the arranged marriage, the hate and disdain for each other, and the insults. He chose his words carefully, putting the blame of their uneasy relationship on both himself and Stella, as he didn’t want to be the one to turn Octavia against her.
He told her of his history with Blitzø, a small smile on his beak and a gleam in his eyes as he recalled their time as children. Explaining their time as adults was a little harder, as she didn’t need to know about their sexual exploits, and she already knew that he had the grimoire for the majority of the time. It made him sick to his stomach to think of how he had taken advantage of his darling during that year. He kept it PG, explaining only how Blitzø had freed him from feeling stuck in the life he didn’t choose, and helped him see that he could live a life he wanted.
He took a long sip of tea as he approached the next part of their story. The trial. He still didn’t understand why Andrealphus had kept him in the dark. What if he hadn’t been watching TV at that time? What if he had been just a few seconds later? What if Satan hadn’t decided to even broadcast the execution?
Tears formed in his eyes as the nightmares that had been plaguing his dreams ever since that fateful day dragged their way to the surface of his mind.
“I’m so sorry, Via. But… I couldn’t let them kill him.”
“Did you ever think about what would happen to me if they had killed you?” She asked as she stroked Arsenic’s mane, her eyes focused on the small doll.
“I had trusted your mother to take care of you,” he said looking into the tea. “I’m very sorry Via, I was in a very depressed state at the time, and I truly thought everyone would be better off without me. At least this way I could save the man I loved.”
She looked up at him, “does he make you happy?”
Stolas smiled as his mind was flooded with memories of Blitzø since the trial. How hard he tried in those first few weeks to find food Stolas would eat, to the point of getting hurt just to capture a single rat. His voice, usually loud and boisterous, now had soft moments, and gentle whispers. His patience as he taught Stolas things that were probably so simple to Blitzø, like grocery shopping, how to do the household chores, and cooking. The feeling of his large claws holding tightly onto Stolas’s long talons, like he was worried he’d lose him if didn’t hold on, as if Stolas could ever leave his side.
“He does,” his head snapped up suddenly to look at her, “but that doesn’t mean that you don’t make me happy. You do, Via. Being without you has felt Ike I’ve been missing a piece of my heart.”
“I believe you, Dad,” she sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Stolas embraced her, letting her head rest against his shoulder, “and I you. I had almost given up hope that I’d ever see you again.”
“I’m so sor-“
“Shhhh, Starfire. It’s alright. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”
“No, it’s not. I should have listened to you.”
“Octavia,” he held her face in his hands as he bent down to her eye level. “It is not your fault. I should have explained everything to you sooner. I should have come to the palace right after my banishment instead of waiting a whole month. It was my fears, insecurities and weakness that made such a mess of things, not you. I don’t blame you for any of this, understand?” She nodded, fresh tears forming in her eyes.
He softly wiped the tears away, placing a kiss on top of her head as he stood again. He turned to return to his seat, but she grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him back in, hugging him tightly. Tears flowed as she told him everything that had happened since she last saw him. He rubbed her back while he listened, tensing at moments but quickly softening again, not wanting to give away his own feelings.
“Lords, you’ve been through so much, my brave, powerful girl.”
“But we have to stop them, Dad! Vassago and I have a plan, I think we could get Satan to appeal his sentence if we show everyone the truth.”
“Via, Starfire, I did break demon law. My sentence was just.”
“But Dad, they can’t get away with this.”
Stolas ran his fingers through her head feathers in silence. He didn’t really care about everything they had put him through, but they shouldn’t be allowed to get away with abusing Octavia and trying to have Blitzø executed. “You’re right, they do have their own crimes to pay for. I’ll help you in anyway I can.”
She pulled out her phone and started typing away. “Can I tell Vassago where we are? He should meet with us, too. He was working on looking into a few things with me.”
“Yes, that’s fine. Maybe invite him over for dinner, we can discuss everything then,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket, “oh, Lords! It’s been hours, I should tell Blitzø to come home-“ He turned to Octavia, “what do you think, Starfire? Are you ready to meet him?”
She rolled her eyes, “I’ve meet him before, Dad.”
“Yes, but not properly. This is the perfect opportunity to start your relationship over again.”
“Yeah, I guess,” she shrugged. There was no point in putting it off, and she had promised Loona she’d be nice to Blitzø. That probably included allowing him back into his own home.
The air in the apartment sizzled as the pink diamond portal shimmered into being, announcing the return of Blitzø and Loona.
“Hey! We’re back!” Blitzø cheered as he closed the portal behind him.
“Welcome home, darling,” Stolas greeted him with a kiss on the top of his head. He gestured for Octavia to join them. “Blitzø, I’d like to properly introduce you to my daughter, Octavia. Octavia, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Blitzø.”
“The O is silent,” Blitzø took her hand that she didn’t offer and shook it vigorously. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Princess.”
Octavia could see Loona from behind Blitzø shake her head and roll her eyes, causing her to hold back a laugh. “Nice to meet you, too. Alright, Mr. Blitzø, what are your intentions with my father?”
“Uhhhhh….” The handshake stopped abruptly as Blitzø’s cheeks darkened with blush, “I mean, ha ha, we hadn’t discussed that yet… uhhhh…. But I love him, so I guess stay with him forever?”
Octavia stiffened and reclaimed her hand, holding it against her chest. She wasn’t expecting such an honest and earnest answer from the foul mouthed assassin.
“Oh fuck, did I say something wrong?” He asked, noticing the shift in her demeanour.
She shook her head, “no, it’s fine.”
“Ok, sweetie. Hey! Who took Arsenic off of her shelf?”
“Sorry, that was me. I can put her back,” Octavia went to grab the push horse from where she left her on the dining room table.
Blitzø smiled at her, “it’s fine. Do you like her? You could keep her in your room if you’d like. Oh! Did you like the your room? I picked out your bed myself!”
“You were here all night?” Stolas squawked in surprise. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here-“
“It’s ok Dad,”Octavia smiled at Loona, “Loona told me about your slumber party. I guess I kinda had my first one, too.”
“Pfft, that wasn’t a sleepover, we just set up your room. We can have a real one tonight, if you want. We’ll play some games, eat junk food, watch slasher flicks. All the good stuff.”
“Ok, if we’re having sleepover number two, and some other fancy ass bird for dinner, we need to get moving. We need groceries, we need snacks, and-“
“Oh, maybe some lovely tea and dessert for later,” Stolas interrupted Blitzø as he hugged him from behind.
Octavia turned away from them. This was weird. This was really fucking weird.
Her parents had never been physical with one another. Well, they never loved each other, so that’s probably why. But to go from zero to sixty made her feathers stand on end. Was this even sixty? They were just hugging, but her father had initiated it and Blitzø had a stupid looking grin on his face and it was all very weird. Ugh, if this was how she reacted to them hugging what would she do if she saw them kiss?
“Hey, you ok?” Loona asked, placing a paw on her shoulder, “are they being too gross for you?”
“What? Christ on a stick, we’re just hugging!”
Stolas let go of Blitzø and rubbed his horn, “Darling, this is new to her. We can be respectful of her feelings.”
“No, it’s ok, Dad-“
Stolas lifted a hand to stop her, “no Via, your comfort is more important to me. You just need some time to get used to this, to us.”
“Christ on a stick, my poor purple balls” Blitzø grumbled quietly under his breath.
“What was that, darling?” Stolas whipped his head around 180 degrees to glare at him.
“Groceries! We need groceries! C’mon, everyone into the van! Groceries! Yay!”
~ ~ ~
A few hours later, the Buckzo-Goetia family had a fully restocked kitchen, plus extra snacks for the girls’ sleepover, a chocolate cake for dessert, chamomile rooibos tea and a jar of lavender honey. Blitzø and Stolas had worked on dinner together while the girls tidied up. Loona taught Octavia how to dust and vacuum, and it went really well. She picked up chores much faster than Stolas had when he first started life as a common demon.
Blitzø and Stolas got through the day without being too handsy. They still flirted and held hands, because how could they not. Blitzø was finding Stolas extra alluring since he was told PDA was off limits. He was forbidden fruit, and that made him unbelievably tempting. As soon as he could get his owl into bed he was going to absolutely wreck him.
A light knock on their door indicated the arrival of their guest.
“Oh, that must be Vassago! I’ll get it, darling,”Stolas took off his apron—a black apron with the word “Jelly” stitched across it, along with a picture of a piece of smiling bread with grape jelly smeared on it—then went to open the door.
“Good evening, Vassago! Welcome!”
“Stolas! Mi amigo! It’s so good to see you,” Vassago scoped Stolas up in his arms, giving him a tight squeeze and spun him around. He placed Stolas back on the floor and cupped his face, “let me look at you. Ah, you look marvellous! Commoner life seems to agree with you.”
“Oh, no,” Stolas laughed awkwardly, “I wouldn’t say that. My feathers are so dull, and these greys in my head feathers make me look old-“
“What are you talking about?” Blitzø came out of the kitchen, taking off his apron- a matching black apron with the words “Peanut Butter” embroidered on it, along with a picture of a smiling piece of bread with peanut butter smeared on it- and took Stolas’s hand, “you’re fucking gorgeous, birdie.”
“Ah, si! The infamous Blitzo, the hero imp who survived Satan’s court! It’s so nice to finally meet you, amigo,” Vassago grabbed Blitzø’s hand away from Stolas and shook it aggressively, shaking his whole body.
“The O is silent,” he yanked his hand back from the eager macaw.
“Lo siento, apologies, amigo. Blitzø it is then. Thank you so much for taking care of Stolas. He is very important to me.”
Blitzø wrapped his arm around Stolas’s waist and pulled him closer. “Yeah? How important?”
“Blitzø, please! Vassago is just a friend.”
“Si! I’ve know Stolas since our much younger days. See?” He pulled out his phone and showed Blitzø and Stolas a photo of teenage Stolas and Vassago in Stolas’s greenhouse. Stolas was wearing a maroon suit, complete with cape, with the most amount of ruffles one could possibly wear at once. Vassago looked quite similar, though his red suit back then included a purple vest, and his head feathers stood up in a faux-mohawk style.
Blitzø’s eyes widened, “ooooh, fuck, Stols-“
Stolas squawked loudly as he saw the photo, “where in the seven rings did you get this? Camera phones didn’t even exist back then.”
“Please, Stolas, you make us sound like dinosaurs. I know how to use a scanner.”
“What were you scanning?” Octavia asked as she and Loona entered the living room.
“Ah, Octavia! Nice to see you, mija! Just this photo of me and your father,” he tossed her the phone that she caught in a purple and black whisp of magic and pulled it towards her and Loona.
“No!” Stolas objected while Blitzø held him back, a deep laugh on his lips.
“Dad…”
“Ahhhhhhhh, that’s why you did your hair that way for the concert,” Loona deadpanned as she took a photo of the phone still in Octavia’s talons.
“Seriously Dad, what are you wearing? Ugh, it’s so embarrassing,” she levitated the phone back to Vassago.
“What? I’ll have you know that was the pinnacle of fashion at the time.”
“No, it looks like someone was trying too hard to be cool,” Loona snickered. “I guess fashion has never been your strong suit.”
“Ah, don’t listen to them. You’re plenty pretty, even when you were a moody teen,” Blitzø cooed, his voice gravelly and full of honey, as he pulled Stolas’s down-
Octavia coughed twice and glared at them. Both men winced as they remembered the agreement, Blitzø rolling his eyes and letting go of Stolas.
Vassago looked between them a few times, confused as to what had just happened. When no one wanted to fill him in, he turned his attention to the unknown hellhound standing protectively near Octavia.
“Good evening! I’m Prince Vassago! And you are?” He held out his hand towards Loona.
She gripped his hand tightly and smirked, “I’m Loona, Blitzø’s daughter.”
“Ah! Magnífico! Oh, where are my manners?” He opened a small portal from beside his waist and pulled out a bottle of absinthe, and presented it to Stolas. “A little something to show my appreciation. Absinthe is your favourite, si?”
“Oh, that’s very kind of you Vassago, but I’ve actually given up drinking.”
“No me diga! Please forgive my rudeness then, amigo,” the bottle vanished back into the same portal, and was replaced with a gold bar. “Here! Let this be a house warming gift.” He handed it to Stolas while Blitzø and Loona started at it with large eyes, and jaws agape.
“Oh, Vassago, no this is too generous-“ Blitzø quickly climbed up Stolas and covered his beak with both hands, his legs and tail wrapped tightly around his waist.
“How did you do that?”
“Que? Oh, that? That’s just how my magic works.”
Blitzø looked him up and down, “are you a pirate?”
“Blitzø!” Stolas screeched, finally able to free his beak.
Vassago just laughed, “No, no, amigo. I’m just really good at finding hidden things.”
“Sounds like something a pirate would say.”
“Hey,” Loona’s nose was high in the air, giving it a sniff, “I think something’s burning.”
“Ah fuck, the dinner!” Blitzø scurried off of Stolas and ran to the kitchen, leaving Stolas smiling awkwardly at Vassago.
“I like him! He’s fun,” Vassago smiled at Stolas.
Stolas held his face in his hand and sighed, “yes, that’s one way to put it.”
~ ~ ~
After dinner and cake, the group sat in the living room, sipping tea or hot chocolate, and went over the plan to take down the ice siblings.
“Octavia, mija, we can go to Envy to petition the courts to have your mother and uncle removed from your palace,” he handed her a stack of papers.
“Ok,” she pulled a USB stick out from her pocket, “and here’s the proof you were asking for. And,” she pulled out a plastic baggy holding 4 feathers, “DNA samples. I hope that’s enough.”
“Gracias! This should be more than enough. Stolas, may I have some of your feathers as well?”
“What is this for, Vassago?”
“One of my truth seeing spells is a bit more potent when I can add the subject’s DNA to it. We’ll use it to prove your innocence when we make our appeal to Satan. We might be able to get you your title back by the end of the week, Stolas.”
Stolas spat out the tea he had been sipping and started to cough. Blitzø patted his back a few times as he tried to regain his composure.
“Really, Vassago, that isn’t necessary. I did let Blitzø use my grimoire. I broke demon law, there is nothing to appeal.”
“For fuck’s sake Dad, this isn’t about the book!” Octavia jumped to her feet, her fists clenched. “Mom wants to kill you.”
“What!?!” Blitzø yelled exactly as Stolas softly said “I know.”
“Wait… you knew?” Blitzø asked.
Stolas took a sip of his tea, “yes. Striker told me when he abducted me.”
“Stolas-,” Blitzø started.
“Eso es todo! Striker! He’s the other assassin, si? Maybe I could get him to agree to change his testimony?”
“Yeeeeeeeeah, that won’t be possible,” Blitzø said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Que? Why not?”
“Because I killed him,” Stolas looked up at Vassago, a very serious look on his face.
“No me diga!”
“Stols, why didn’t you ever tell me that Stella was the one that hired him?
“We weren’t really talking at the time, and, tell me, Blitzø, how do you feel now?”
Blitzø bared his teeth, “I wanna rip that bitch in two.”
“Exactly! She’s still Octavia’s mother and I won’t have you hurting her.”
“But, Stols-“
“No buts, Blitzø! Are we clear?”
Blitzø slumped into the couch, his arms crossed and his eyes avoiding Stolas. “Crystal.”
“Dad, we still need to stop her or else she’ll try again.”
“Oh, I don’t know if we need to worry, Starfire.”
“But what if they decide to hurt Octavia, amigo?”
Stolas stopped and stared at Vassago. “I don’t believe they’d go that far, do you?”
“Andy was already trying to sabotage her so that she would give everything to him. We don’t know how far they would go.”
Stolas sighed and looked into his tea. “Fine, as long as it’s to protect, Octavia. That’s it.”
~ ~ ~
Blitzø quietly kissed Stolas’s neck, relishing in the feeling of his owl shuddering under his touch. Christ on a stick, did he want him. Still, they’d start slow, he’d be all soft and gooey and romantic and shit, until his dirty bird couldn’t take it anymore. Then he’d put the ball gag on him, that should help him stay quiet since their girls were camping out in the living room. The slasher flick they were watching was pretty loud, but he didn’t need Octavia scarred further by hearing the dirty shit her father could come up with.
“Mmmmm…. Blitzø.”
“Nu-uh, when we’re in bed it’s ‘daddy.’”
Stolas grabbed his face, pulling him up to look him in the eyes, “do you think it’s foolish that I don’t want my title back?”
Blitzø rubbed the space between his eyes, “do we really need to talk this about now, pretty bird? That cloaca is calling my name.” He smiled and let his tongue snap in and out quickly, while he wiggled his eyebrows at him.
“Yes, now. I won’t be able to concentrate otherwise.”
“That’s the great thing about sex! You don’t need to concentrate. In fact,” his voice took on a gravely tone, “I plan on fucking every thought right outta that sexy brain of yours.”
Stolas rolled his eyes and stood up, arms crossed, and back turned to him. “Blitzø, please. This is important.”
Blitzø sighed and sat up on the edge of the bed, doing his best not think about his poor purple balls. “I guess… yeah… I don’t understand why you don’t want your stuff back. I mean, it’s your stuff, it’s right there in the name, why wouldn’t you want it?”
Stolas sat beside him and took his hand, “darling, it’s just stuff. I don’t have any emotional attachment to most of it, it would be nice to get some of my books and photos, but I’m fine without it.”
“But, I can’t get you all that nice shit, ya know? Like the expensive preening oils, or your clothes. You should have let me keep that golden bar that the parrot was giving us. It meant nothing to him but would have changed our lives.”
“Really? Blitzø, one of the things I admire most about you is how hard you’ve worked for everything you have. Do you really want to start taking hand outs now?”
Blitzø crossed his arms and pouted, “no.”
Stolas leaned in and kissed him, long and passionately.
“I love our home, that I helped choose. It feels more like home to me than my palace ever did. I love the freedom that comes with this life. And I love you.”
“I know, birdie, I know, but couldn’t you-“
Stolas snapped up. “Blitzø, I am telling you that I love our life together and it sounds like you’re trying to push me out the door! I choose this life! I choose you! I never thought I’d get to make these kind of choices and now I’m free to do so!”
“Uh, you didn’t choose jack shit. You were banished into this life. Sure, maybe you choose me, but at what cost? I’m not fucking worth everything you’ve lost, Stolas.”
“You are…to me.”
They stared at each other, each of them breathing heavily. Stolas had his head held high, looking down at Blitzø from over his beak. It reminded the imp of the royal glare he’d use when he needed to get his way. They could take away his title, but they could never really take away his princeliness.
Stolas let go of his anger first, sighing and sitting on the bed beside Blitzø. “How long were we apart? Between Verosika’s party and the trial?”
“4 weeks, 3 days and 14 hours, give or take a few hours. I sorta lost track of time once my team got taken in by those floating fuckers.”
“My Blitzø, that was very specific.”
Blitzø just shrugged and held his hand, “sometimes I take extra special notice when things are important.”
Stolas shook his head, “I don’t know how long it was because I spent most of that time in a drunken haze, drinking full bottles of absinthe daily to try and numb the sadness. When I lost Octavia, I was sad, but I had you, my light, to guide me down that dark tunnel until I was able to get to the other side. When I lost you, I was all alone, and it was much worse,” he sniffled, “I can’t take the chance of losing you. Not again.”
“Hey, hey, birdie,” Blitzø pulled him into a tight embrace, “why would you lose me? I don’t have to go anywhere just because you’d be a prince again.” But Blitzø couldn’t help have the same worries. Maybe Stolas wouldn’t want him anymore if he got his riches back.
“You don’t know what it’s like to be part of the Ars Goetia, Blitzø. They could command that I never see you again-“
“You don’t have to listen to them.”
“What?”
Blitzø sat back, his hands cupping Stolas’s face. “You’re not a kid, anymore, and you’ve changed so much since you’ve been banished, do you really think you’d just roll over and do whatever they say?” Stolas shook his head. “You can live whatever life you choose, Stols.”
Stolas smiled as he leaned into Blitzø and kissed him, his hands caressing his back between his spikes. “I love you,” he whispered between desperate kisses.
“I love you, too,” Blitzø whispered back as he guided Stolas down onto their mattress, his mouth working its way from his beak, back to his neck and down his tall body. He was gonna spend all night showing him just how much he loved him.
They’d definitely need the ball gag.