In Blitzø's defence, he'd forgotten that Stolas had needed to move their normal 'appointment' from the night of the full moon again and instead of heading to the goetian prince's estate, had returned to his own apartment. Loona was out again, and while it was nice that she was going out more with other hellhounds, it meant that the place was quieter than he was used to. Even the shitty neighbours weren't arguing for once.
So rather than checking his phone for messages, he'd set it aside and settled in for some good, old fashion binge watching Voxflix. He'd gotten through most of a particularly good romance flick when a fucking portal opened up in his apartment and he was almost immediately face-to-face with a slightly distressed Stolas.
It was then that Blitzø recalled a) that their agreement was tonight and that maybe those messages had been important after all and b) he had definitely been crying over this stupid film and did not look even remotely like the in control stud that he usually was.
"Fuck- I mean... Hiiii Stolas. Listen, I know how this looks--"
Stolas was looking forward to having a visit from his special little imp. Though it was unfortunate that he had to move the date. Some important business had suddenly come up and the goetic prince was worried that Blitzø would be unavailable if they had to change their previous appointment. It seemed like he had been busy recently, probably work related, since when given the option to show up on their usual nights, he opted not to show. Which again! He must be a busy fellow! Keeping a business afloat and all... But much to his relief, Blitzø agreed.
The new date was marked and starred on his calendar, with each passing day crossed out to count the passage of time. Before he knew it, the day had finally arrived and he shot the imp a quick text expressing how eager he was to see him. In his excitement, he prepped his room for a pleasant evening. Tonight had to be perfect. Sitting on the edge of his couch, he waited. And waited... and waited. Where was he? Reaching for his phone he checked to see that there were no new notices. Opening their text thread, he saw that his first text was left unread. The owl's brow furrowed as he sent another message asking if he was alright? Still no response. Maybe just one more? Bling. A third text was sent. Still there was no reply from Blitzø.
Over an hour had passed since their agreed upon time and cold panic settled in his gut. Was he in trouble? Did something happen? For a moment he paced his bedroom debating on what to do. Should he go check on him? Would that be an invasion of privacy? Did he even want to see him? Eventually he decided to risk it and make a home visit. Summoning a portal he opened it right in the middle of the imp's living room. The first sight that greeted him was the tear stained cheeks, not even taking note of the TV that was playing behind him.
"Blitz?" Stolas properly stepped out of the glowing portal and it disappeared behind him. "I grew worried when you didn't show up. Are you alright?"
"Fuck- Yeah, I'm fine!" Still cursing himself, Blitzø scrubbed angrily at his eyes and felt his face flushing dark with embarrassment.
"I just- Fuck. You're gonna think it's stupid." Normally Blitzø would have told anyone who thought less of him for what he liked to suck an entire bag of dicks and offered to collect said bag for them. But for some reason it mattered what Stolas thought of him. He knew it was stupid and it shouldn't and that this was just meant to be an exchange of services, but it did all the same.
"It's this movie," he admitted after a while. "Sorry, Stolas. I didn't mean to blow you off, I just fucking forgot and then I started watching this shit and Mr Darcy's an asshole and he sucks at talking about his feelings but he's in love with Elizabeth so much-"
Fuck, he was making it worse. He clamped his mouth shut and felt himself flushing even darker. "Look just- just gimme like five minutes and I'll be ready, ok?"
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So rather than checking his phone for messages, he'd set it aside and settled in for some good, old fashion binge watching Voxflix. He'd gotten through most of a particularly good romance flick when a fucking portal opened up in his apartment and he was almost immediately face-to-face with a slightly distressed Stolas.
It was then that Blitzø recalled a) that their agreement was tonight and that maybe those messages had been important after all and b) he had definitely been crying over this stupid film and did not look even remotely like the in control stud that he usually was.
"Fuck- I mean... Hiiii Stolas. Listen, I know how this looks--"
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The new date was marked and starred on his calendar, with each passing day crossed out to count the passage of time. Before he knew it, the day had finally arrived and he shot the imp a quick text expressing how eager he was to see him. In his excitement, he prepped his room for a pleasant evening. Tonight had to be perfect. Sitting on the edge of his couch, he waited. And waited... and waited. Where was he? Reaching for his phone he checked to see that there were no new notices. Opening their text thread, he saw that his first text was left unread. The owl's brow furrowed as he sent another message asking if he was alright? Still no response. Maybe just one more? Bling. A third text was sent. Still there was no reply from Blitzø.
Over an hour had passed since their agreed upon time and cold panic settled in his gut. Was he in trouble? Did something happen? For a moment he paced his bedroom debating on what to do. Should he go check on him? Would that be an invasion of privacy?
Did he even want to see him?Eventually he decided to risk it and make a home visit. Summoning a portal he opened it right in the middle of the imp's living room. The first sight that greeted him was the tear stained cheeks, not even taking note of the TV that was playing behind him."Blitz?" Stolas properly stepped out of the glowing portal and it disappeared behind him. "I grew worried when you didn't show up. Are you alright?"
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"I just- Fuck. You're gonna think it's stupid." Normally Blitzø would have told anyone who thought less of him for what he liked to suck an entire bag of dicks and offered to collect said bag for them. But for some reason it mattered what Stolas thought of him. He knew it was stupid and it shouldn't and that this was just meant to be an exchange of services, but it did all the same.
"It's this movie," he admitted after a while. "Sorry, Stolas. I didn't mean to blow you off, I just fucking forgot and then I started watching this shit and Mr Darcy's an asshole and he sucks at talking about his feelings but he's in love with Elizabeth so much-"
Fuck, he was making it worse. He clamped his mouth shut and felt himself flushing even darker. "Look just- just gimme like five minutes and I'll be ready, ok?"