Blitz Heard Him Out, Taking In Every Word. Some Of Them Hurt, Some Of Them Felt Like Bliss, And The Mixture

Blitz heard him out, taking in every word. Some of them hurt, some of them felt like bliss, and the mixture was a bittersweet one. They had gone too far into the pain, they had hurt each other too badly, for this to just be brushed away like nothing had happened. But we can't brush things away or ignore them anymore, he reminded himself firmly, trying to quash that old fucking instinct that always insisted it was better, better to ignore the problems, better to run, better to be safe and alone than vulnerable and with someone else.

His throat was tight by the time Stolas finished, and since Blitz was still standing up on the furniture, tall enough to do this for once, he pulled the beautiful bird into his arms. Gently, more gently than he wanted to, afraid he might break him somehow, or break this moment, this careful peace they finally had. Closing his eyes, Blitz rubbed his cheek against Stolas's shoulder.

"I'm gonna answer," he said, stomach tight enough that he thought he might be sick, but in a good way, an overwhelmingly good way. "I just... I need a minute. To breathe. Please. Don't--don't leave this time. Because I'm not fast enough to..." He swallowed against tears and hugged Stolas a little tighter, holding onto the lifeline that was this warm body. Fuck, it ached to know a body so well, but feel a million miles away from the person inside it. And right now, until they got onto the same page? They were a million miles apart, if not more. Stolas just said so much, made himself so vulnerable, and Blitz knew that if he fucked this up? Stolas might never be able to open up like this with him again. Why would he want to?

Don't be afraid. Even if he's planning on breaking your heart, you owe it to him to let him. Stop being a little bitch about love, he told himself, trying to find the courage. Fuck, why the fuck was this so terrifying?

"I love you, too," he said, the words coming out softly, before Blitz had even fully decided to say them. "Stolas. I love you, too. I wanted to tell you at your house. It took me--way too long. Into that fight. To realize that you and me, we weren't talking about the same thing, we weren't fighting about the same thing. We were on way fucking different pages, and when I realized it, I tried to reach out but you--you needed to get away. And I. Fuck. I'm the captain of cutting and running. Of getting overwhelmed and freaking the fuck out and needing to just... so I, I get it, Stolas. I get it. Why you didn't stay.

"And I was shitty to you. All the time. But then at the party, after you sang... I wanted to tell you so many things. You were too drunk, I don't know if any of it would have sunk in. And it wouldn't... it wouldn't have been fair? To tell you the things, the things that... that really matter? When maybe you wouldn't remember them.

"I love you. I'm in love with you. And I want you? I don't know what you, why you, why you would want me, but I'm learning to accept that you do. And maybe you're sorry for the deal, but I ain't. Cause that deal? The chance to get close to you? I wouldn't change that for the fucking world.

"I don't know how you can trust me. There's... nothing. That I can fucking say, to convince you. But if you'll let me, I'll try, Stolas. For you. I will try--anything. And I am sorry. For everything. All the times I left you feeling alone. One more asshole in your life who turned away. I'm sorry for everything. Stolas, I'm sorry. For hurting you. For all of it.

"What do..." His heart was racing a million miles a minute. How could it be so terrifying, admitting love to someone else? Trying to work a relationship out? Why did hope have to hurt to experience?

"What do you need? From me. To feel--safe. Wanted. To feel like, like maybe you can start believing, or risk believing, that I care...?"

Stolas held Blitzø's hands in his as the imp confessed everything he had only longed to hear. They were beautiful, hopeful words that Stolas had only dreamt of hearing. Now that they were spoken aloud from the very person he had wanted to hear them from, it was hard to process. Part of Stolas wondered if Blitzø was only saying all of these beautiful things to get back in his good graces and not because he truly felt them. Satan, he hoped that the imp truly meant it. All of it.

He couldn't help but reach out and cup Blitzø's face adoringly, though a sad smile graced his features. Blitzø had been so resistant to telling Stolas how he felt, the prince was stealing himself for it all to slip away in an instant.

"You know how I feel Blitzø, I have told you how much you mean to me and all I have wanted was to hear that you felt the same. How can I trust anything that you have to say? I want to Blitzø, more than anything."

Stolas dropped his hand and hugged himself, needing comfort. "I understand that you do not like to speak about feelings Blitzø but I need you to. I have to hear the words or I will always doubt that you truly care for me as anything other than a convenient fuck. Do you understand? I want more. I deserve more.

"I apologize for ever starting the deal in the first place, I simply wished to spend time with you. I had no frame of reference for how to do that. You were my first and only ever friend Blitzø. I thought about you constantly after that night. I debated over and over how I could get you to come visit once again and that is why the deal was made. I was never going to hold the grimoire over you, I would have let you use it for as long as you needed. I should have never proposed such a deal, for that I am truly sorry.

"Somewhere along the way, I have come to love you Blitzø. Truly, deeply, love you. I can only hope you feel the same but I need to hear the words Blitzø. Please tell me that you love me as well."

"You're a fucking genius, Mox. You've always been the brains here," he added, voice gentler for a moment. Since they were laying side by side, he reached out with his tail and lightly swished it against Moxxie's, silently asking permission to twine them together, or at least tap his against his friend's. Tails were an intimate thing, even for those like Blitz who didn't consider them an erogenous zone; for all that he was a chaotic mess who steamrolled over boundaries, this was one boundary Blitz preferred to respect, to get permission on.

"I like this. So once we get home, we clean up, go to the hotel. Talk to Princess Morningstar, get her seal of approval, to make this while thing a Luciferian Ideal. We can pitch it as... I don't know, corrupting faith. Market it as, Heaven won't help? Hell has your back! If it's pitched as this whole um, why worry about Heaven when Hell's imps are here to serve even your most mundane needs for the life you left behind, Why Pray When You Can Pay, that kind of thing, then you're right. We're not doing anything angelic. We're just serving a need, affirming people's um... their sin, their fucked up choices or whatever. Proving that they are in the right fuckin' place by being here."

He rubbed one of his horns on the rock wall, sighed contentedly, and closed his eyes all the way. "Think you can be the one to contact the princess? You're a lot more fucking proper and shit. She sees me coming, the hotel will go on lockdown, but I bet you can get us an In."

Moxxie watched Blitzo, attention fully wrapped around his friend and business partner's words. In time he imitated the other imp's posture, moving to lie down on his stomach, as if to do so would help him imagine what Blitzo was saying. It wasn't difficult at all! The ideas were not nearly as unchained as some of Blitzo's others concerning their business. But then again, he had gotten better over the years with money and gauging what was doable. Like he had been listening to Moxxie's feedback after all! Moxxie smiled as he listened. Both at the brainstorming and at Blitzo's intentions behind them.

It was nice to be kicking around ideas like this! But it was especially nice to see Blitzo excited about something.

He thought the cherub comment over too. Something that he had not thought on too deeply because Heaven's behavior probably ceased to surprise him after the Exterminations. But Blitzo was right.

"you know, you're right. Sinners are in rough spot. Maybe if our proto col is different, then maybe cherubs won't care. There's also ways to disguise our service as inherently 'demonic' so to outside forces not in the know, they wouldn't see it's altruistic. Maybe if we got something like the Morningstar approval it'd count as technically Luciferin. And to a cherub that means inherently evil. No way would the cherubs see that as competition to what they do."

Blitz's eyes had gotten huge at Chaz's outburst and he was already reaching into his jacket for a gun well before the shark calmed down. Blinking, the imp nodded slowly; at a little nudge from Demetri, he made himself relax again.

"I mean, I kind of left, you know. My clothes there, it was sort of an escape in boxers and a jacket type situation. Then the last I heard, you were dead or something. There was a rumor that fuckface calling himself Moxxie's father put in an order for another pair of jaws to be cleaned and mounted. I'm like. Uh. Fuck. Glad? You're not dead? And that you still have your teeth."

Demetri whispered something into Blitz's ear that made the imp roll his eyes and blush at the same time. He batted at his vampiric date.

"Behave."

"Make me," Demetri cooed. But then, his smile still warm as ever, eyes so much softer than either Chaz or Blitz ever tended to look, he turned back to the shark. "You get off soon, don't you? Why don't you come back to my place with Blitz and I? I won't bite. Unless either of you tell me to, of course."

Blitz had to suppress a shiver. That was actually kind of a nice thought, but--fuck. He swallowed hard. "Sexy as that visual is, I'm uh, let's, maybe, how about a um, a fucking raincheck on that, on... that particular threesome. Text me when you can, Chaz, we'll get together. If you're free tomorrow, I actually need to go to the shooting range for a bit. You wanna come with? Come get your jacket afterwards?"

The way Chaz's face heats up at the joke was very noticeable, sure people flirted with him dirtily but never so... dominant towards him so it caught him off guard even more then any flirting from Blitz would be, awkwardly chuckling, scratching his neck with a goofy grin on his face before it fell slightly "Yeah I know, I'm sorry it sucked I kno- Wait, you were using me? How? I'm the one who came on to you" Chaz questioned, he had been so preoccupied with how he felt about it during and after, he never considered Blitz used him, especially when he in hindsight did a piss poor job of giving him a pleasant lay.

He raises a brow at the mention of the party, realizing he remembered it half way through "O-Oh... Yeah I got an invitation somehow, Verosika Mayday used to be a celebrity crush of mine, but reading that invitation it just turned me off real quick. Maybe it's just cause I fucked up plenty but I don't want to rake someone over the coals ten times over for that shit, especially when I fully deserved what you did..." Chaz said pouring himself a drink and staring into the swirling liquid somberly

His eyes perk up however when Blitz speaks about second chances, a bit stunned how right that felt to hear. Blushing again at the proposition and stammering in response "U-Uh I guess your right, i-If you want that I'd sure be down for it, honestly!... And, thanks Blitz. I mean that believe it or not" Chaz said awkwardly, but with a warm and soft smile on his face at the end, shrugging a bit before his face twisted in confusion at seeing Demetri walk up, leaning up against Blitz all cozy as he greeted the shark. Taking a bit before gasping in realization.

"Oh he's your date. I forget that's a requirement for getting in here sometimes." Chaz said shrugging with a chuckle, a slight pang of disappointment in his voice before his eyes widened ever so slightly at Blitz looking back at him, stammering again "O-Oh yeah, sure thing, I'd... like to try again with you if Im being.. entirely honest Blitz" The shark said blushing, bashfully pulling on his collar, both nervous and excited to have a chance to redeem himself with Blitz, before his ringed eyes went very wide in realization

"YOU HAVE MY JACKET!? THE ONE WITH THE BONES ON THE SLEEVES?! Holy shit so that's where it ended up, you took it!" The shark exclaimed, suddenly leaning over the counter and accidentally getting very close to Blitz's face in the process before backing off and standing up, awkwardly chuckling, a bit embarrassed at his reaction

"B-But yeah um I'd like it back, I really like it, and it was a gift from my mom actually, so yeah if you don't mind giving it back, I'd really appreciate it Blitz..."

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The assassin wasn't in the habit of paying social calls to the Devil, but at a certain point, he knew he was going to have to admit that they had changed. Whatever they had been, whatever roles they had, they were something else now. Maybe more, maybe less. Blitz didn't know. What he knew was that for some fucking reason that day, he needed to get to Lucifer, needed to find him. So, as per usual for him, he plowed his way through the palace guards and made his way to Lucifer's chambers.

When he saw him there, bleeding that stunning golden blood, he understood. Maybe it was the fight between them, how closely the two of them had dragged each other towards death, how they kept choosing to let go. Maybe it was just Blitz's imagination. But either way, he knew. I'm here because he needed me to be here. There was a bond now, something there between them.

Enough.

Walking softly, in a way Blitz really only did ever for him, he went over to his bedside.

"Hey." Blitz smiled. He thought about making a joke, using crude humor to lighten the mood, but somehow... right now? It didn't feel right. Instead, he moved to sit next to him, leaning against the headboard, and just pulled Lucifer into his arms for a hug, holding onto him, gentle and close, loving as a parent.

"It's okay." Blitz kissed the top of his head. "I've got you. I've got you."