Doublejango - A Helluva Mess

Blitz started to say something, but a burning branch fell just outside of their shallow cave, distracting him with the pretty way it broke apart. This fire was beautiful and harmless enough for them, but for the humans...

Needing a moment--and maybe just wanting something to play with--he reached out with his tail and scooped the stick in, then picked it up and started idly breaking little chunks off, making the core gleam brighter as the embers were exposed to fresh air. He chucked each ember aside after looking at it for a moment, just breaking up the little stick bit by bit, distracted. Finally though, he shook his head and flopped down, leaning against a boulder.

Maybe someday, he thought, looking at Moxxie. Maybe someday. But today wasn't the day for opening up.

"I was just rambling," he said dismissively, shrugging one shoulder. "But it felt nice, huh? Keeping people from burning." Blitz tucked his hands in under his arms, looking out at the world of gleaming embers, dancing flames, and twisting shadow. "Kinda nice to be the good guys for once. Guess I never really thought about it as an option before. Maybe we should do this shit more often."

Moxxie rolled his eyes at Blitzo’s awful lying skills but the human didn’t seem to mind and set them down without a fuss.

“Thank y–” he was grabbed by the hand and pulled off into the fiery woods by Blitzo and had to trip over his hooves to keep up. He panted to keep up and breathed in lungfuls of smoke.

“Fudgecrackers,” he caught his breath, coughing “Warn me next time…” he looked out at the burning forest, then back at Blitzo, tilting his head like a curious cat. Once he blinked his eyes of the tears from all the smoke, he noticed Blitzo’s expression.

It sounded like Blitzo had something more to say and needed a segway into the conversation. Though Moxxie might be misunderstanding.

“Something on your mind, Blitz?” They were off-work so he used his boss’ name. 

He had felt the touch of Blitzo’s tail while they watched the fire. There was so much about the way Blitzo’s mind worked that he’d never understand. He just appreciated the parts that got them where they all were now. So this slightly uncharacteristic request to talk was something he honored. It must be taking some nerve. He just hoped he wasn’t about to be made a fool of for making himself vulnerable. “We can talk, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Something I love about Blitz and Millie--

When Millie was fighting to get Moxxie back so he didn't have to marry Chaz, Blitz stayed out of her way, but was always watching. He joined the fight what, once and a half? When she was momentarily knocked down, he stepped in just to provide a distraction long enough for her to get back on her feet and continue absolutely destroying Crimson's idiots. When she was ready to take the car, he was there and kicked the door shut for her. They're good at knowing where the other is on the battlefield and they respect each other's skills.

I love that. I love it so much, love that Blitz might be an idiot, but he knows how incredibly badass Millie is. He knows that in general, Millie doesn't need anyone's help when she's in the mood to fight. Millie sure as fuck doesn't need anyone to hold her hand.

That woman is a powerhouse. Dainty, feminine, dangerous, capable, kind, and ruthless. Blitz respects the shit out of her. He doesn't put her on a pedestal, doesn't think she can do it all on her own, he's ready to help however he can whenever she needs it, but he knows that Millie's limits are so damned far above most people's, and honestly, Blitz loves that about her.

Any time there's a scene where the I.M.P crew are fighting together, just flawlessly having each other's backs, staying back when needed, counting each other's bullets, working seamlessly together, I love it so damn much, because that shit is hard. It's hard to fight together. It really does take time, it takes training together, it takes practice, it takes trust. And so every time any of them show what they can do together, how they can support each other and be so much stronger together? It just gives me so much joy.

Okay, I'll hush. I just. Yessss. I love them, Your Honor.

for @holyfurnace, a ten year late plotted starter--

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So far, so good. There had been a few fumbles with using the crystal, which apparently had a learning curve, but Blitz was nothing if not comfortable with fumbling while trying to learn; he was used to it, and fucking up in practice was just par for the course. He'd get there eventually, he knew--and besides, the more he practiced with this fucking thing, the busier he was, the less he needed to think about Stolas, or about Verosika and her shitty-bitch party, or about, about, about...

Fuck.

About any of it.

No thinking.

Only doing.

Still, he thought as he prepared to open a portal, wouldn't it be some kind of fucking heaven to just have all of that stuff behind him? If he could just learn to be a less shitty person somehow...

Blitz sighed and jumped through the portal, which was supposed to take him to Hell's Kitchen, apparently some place in New York where some dude was running around playing a devil--Dare Devil? Weird name, but humans were weird. He felt himself fall, smacking hard onto a surface that... didn't... feel like concrete. It... shit this definitely wasn't New York, he knew that immediately from the taste in the air, the smell. Something here was clean and fresh and appealing and--

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" ANGEL. ANGEL, ANGEL, ANGEL. Blitz had fallen onto a fucking ANGEL'S DESK? He scrambled, backing away, and abruptly fell off of the desk. "What the fuck? How the--did you fuck with my portal?" he demanded, hurrying to get to his feet, pointing an accusing finger at the angel--because clearly, clearly this was somehow her fault.

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[for @poisonedspider, continued from here]

Vox smiled when Angel actually accepted the drink, then even more when he spoke to him. Despite them having lived together for so long, he and Angel had had very few one-on-one conversations. When they did, they were usually something short and to the point, like Vox asking what kind of pizza Angel wanted, or the civil exchange of greetings. The two of them didn't interact all that often, certainly not directly. All this time, that had been by design--his design, not Angel's. Vox didn't want the interaction or the intimacy. He didn't want the risk. Too much time with Angel might upset Valentino--or Angel, for that matter--and there was always too much work to do to risk adding more to it. Vox had so many projects happening at any given time, his attention was being pulled in so many directions, that he didn't enjoy having to deal with emotional...

Issues.

But lately, he'd begun realizing that was a mistake--especially when it came to Angel Dust.

The Tower was a little too quiet without Angel around. Something unexpected was missing when he wasn't there, something Vox couldn't name or fully understand; whatever it was, it left an ache behind, left the world too quiet. So this? Having an uncomplicated moment together? It felt nice. Overdue. Stupid, maybe, for so many reasons, but still. Nice.

Vox walked alongside him, smiling--the smile half for Angel and half for the sharks they were going to see.

When one of Angel's arms brushed his shoulder, Vox shivered. He buttoned his shirt up, realizing that maybe he wasn't comfortable showing quite so much of his pale blue skin right now, and hoped Angel hadn't noticed. It wasn't that he didn't trust Angel, it was--something else. Something about Angel, something Vox knew better than to think about. Something dangerous.

Something tempting.

"There's a difference between not being busy," he pointed out, twitching an eyebrow, "and being interested in doing something. Allegedly," playfulness making his eyes seem to sparkle, "it's good for people to just have some downtime. To do nothing." Not that Vox bothered with that often.. or at all. Relaxation was for people who didn't have their own business empires to run; even here, even now, he was constantly processing data and monitoring the projects that needed it most.

Angel probably knew him well enough to know that, and might well make fun of him for it, which Vox wouldn't even be able to say was wrong of him. There were things Angel and Valentino both seemed to understand about being a person that Vox just... didn't. But that was fine. It took all sorts, right? Either way, Vox was happy. There was some pep in his step as the two of them walked along to the lagoon, although for once, Vox didn't seem to be in a hurry. He wasn't rushing--walking next to Angel Dust wasn't something that should be rushed.

"So, do you... have any plans for this week? Other than look incredible, of course."