Any Particular Physical Insecurities Blitz Has? His Horns, Tail, His Scars, Etc?

Any particular physical insecurities Blitz has? His horns, tail, his scars, etc?

Not really. He sometimes gets frustrated with himself for walking flat-footed rather than up on his hooves like Moxxie does, for example. It's not especially comfortable, and actually does cause him some pain, while also fucking with his balance a bit. But, walking this way is the result of an injury when he was younger, and Blitz just straight up never did physical therapy to get himself walking properly. He's fine, he has adapted, but sometimes he wonders if maaaaybe he would be a little more graceful if he just did the work to be up on his hooves. But that's a lot easier said than done.

Blitz kept the piece of the chandelier. He stole it back out of the bag of loot, hid it away, and has had it ever since. He took it out and thought about that day all the time, even if he couldn't admit to himself that it meant something.

Or everything.

He still has it now, after Apology Tour.

For the first time, looking at it hurts.

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"Yeah. Yeah, it's Hawai'i," Blitz agreed, managing to look away from Angel and back at the island again. His friend was beautiful, but seeing him like this hurt a hell of a lot more than Blitz was prepared for. He had to swallow past a lump in his throat. The way Angel had so quickly pulled off that bikini top, the obvious fear of being perceived as obviously queer, how that fear won even out here, away from land, without anyone else near them? It said a lot about what life had been like in Angel's time. Where he had come from, what he had suffered. Blitz's heart broke for him. There were homophobes in Hell, of course, but it wasn't as pervasive as it must have been in Angel's time. For fear to win out over the shock, over the beauty of being here... Blitz hated the humans of Angel's time, at least for a moment, with a vicious ferocity.

Fuck anyone and everyone who taught people to be terrified.

"It getting bombed was like a really long time ago for the living world. I remember some Sinner telling me all about it, how he was a kid when it happened, living in Pearl Harbor, and that he died an old man, and how much... it hurt. Seeing how his beautiful home was really never given back. And how people forgot, because they wanted to forget. About its people, its history..."

He folded his arms atop his knees and rested his chin on them. "This is Maui, though. Not, uh.. Oahu? Oahu. And I didn't know--I kind of thought it would work for us to come here, but I didn't ***know.*** It just seemed... I don't know. Like a risk worth trying. Because sometimes, it just... it's better to dive in and live then and there." He felt guilty even as he said it though, and he sighed. "I didn't want to get your hopes up if it might not work. And I'm sorry."

Blitz looked over at him again, searching his face, his eyes. "How you doin' though, are you... okay?" If he'd still had a tail, he would've reached out and grabbed the bikini top as the little pink thing floated past him; instead, after blinking in surprise that he couldn't do that, after remembering the limitations of a human body, Blitz grabbed the scrap of fabric and tied it around his wrist, rolling the cups in so it just looked more like he was wearing a pretty albeit wide wrist-band than a stolen bikini top.

Angel might be afraid right now, but he liked that bikini top and had obviously felt beautiful in it; Blitz planned to keep it for him until Angel felt safe with it again.

Angel deserved that much.

God, he deserved so much.

It was honestly going to take Angel Dust a bit of time to be okay. He had been relieved that Blitz had helped him back onto the surfboard - despite his many talents, swimming was certainly not one of them - but ever since then, he had basically been frozen in shock. He hadn't even noticed that Blitz had disguised himself as well, and so many thoughts were spiraling through his head.

....could they all have gone back to the living at any time? Was there an expiration date? Why had Blitz not changed immediately upon entering through the portal, while Angel had? Was it because he had been a human in the past, whereas Blitz had not? How long had Blitz had that crystal? Who had it before him?

He was surprised he wasn't hyperventilating at this point, anxiety clutching at his chest in a way he hadn't felt in almost a hundred years. Hands gripping at his chest, before a whole different type of anxiety grabbed at him. He basically squeaked, realizing he was still in the pink bikini top. Blitz had shown him that the world had changed immensely since he was alive, but that fear was still there.

He didn't even care for the loss as he untied it, crumpling up the pink fabric once he had removed it from his chest which honestly barely fit it now that it didn't have that swell to fill it out, throwing it out into the ocean with an embarassed huff that heated cheeks and made his vast expanse of freckles stand out. Now that all of that had been accomplished, he could finally look over at Blitz, finally notice that he was human, too, and -

"What in th' eva' lovin' fuck is goin' on, Blitz. Ah' don't....ah'....how. How is any of this possible. How long have yeh' known we could go back tah'...." He cut himself off, realizing he was talking a mile a minute, swallowing the lump in his throat. It was beautiful. Everything here was - Blitz included. But part of it ached in a way he didn't know how to explain. The mixed emotions flickering across his face, staring out towards the island.

"....ah' could have gone home this whole time?" No. No, that made no sense. People died for a reason, went to Hell for a reason, they couldn't just....come and have a second chance. This wasn't Charlie's little hotel. His voice sounded so soft and timid compared to Angel, shaking his head before something else struck him suddenly. "Wait. This is....this is Hawai'i, ain't it? Didn't it get like....bombed tah' shit? How is it so nice lookin'?" Ah yes, because the only thing Angel would have known would have been a few years before he passed with Pearl Harbor.

How sensitive are Blitzø's horns?

They're not sensitive to touch in any kind of sexy way. Blitz feels if someone or something is touching them, but it isn't a pleasant sensation for him. Most of the time, having his horns touched is going to piss him off, unless the person doing the touching has his permission. Anyone who grabs his horns without express permission is never going to hear from him again, no matter how good they are in bed--same with his tail and his spines.

But what his horns are sensitive to are vibrations and temperatures. If there's a weird high-pitched frequency buzz in the air, it'll bother him, specifically in the horns. He feels vibrations in them that he can't necessarily hear. High, low, distant, etc. He intensely dislikes sharp buzzing feelings in them, and that can make him cranky.

His horns are also full of blood for roughly the first two-thirds. There's a lot of spongey, living bone and tissue in there, with a lot of blood-flow. They help keep Blitz feeling cool and comfortable if he's somewhere particularly hot. And if a horn were to be broken? It would be agonizing. Deeply agonizing, and potentially a life-threatening injury given how much blood-flow he has to them, depending on how it was broken and if the bleeding could be stopped. Imps survive without horns, but that doesn't mean it's easy, y'know?

(He will always, always be horrified for what Fizzarolli had to endure. Blitz will never forgive himself for that).