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Hearing Stolas's voice almost echoing in the empty office was the start to a few fantasies Blitz had had since they got together, but now it just felt like a punch to the gut. He closed his eyes, trying to will away the stupid goddamn fluttering fear inside him, and pushed to his feet.

You can do this, he told himself, don't be such a little bitch about it. It was stupid to be afraid to just look at Stolas again. It wasn't like going into combat--fuck, going into combat would be easier. He swallowed hard, tugged his jacket down straight, put a smarmy grin on, and strode out.

"Stolas, you..."

Whatever rizz or jests Blitz might have intended to fall back on, the words died in his throat the moment he saw Stolas, and his heart started aching fiercely all over again, reminding him just how much this fucking bird meant to him, just how much he had truly lost when he lost Stolas. The material had nothing to do with it; even if he had lost his business, if Stolas hadn't given him the crystal, he would have lost so much more than that. Chances like this, moments like this, just to see him, to hear his voice, to smell that soft scent that always clung to his feathers. To hear the way his talons whispered over the floor, the way his clothing moved against him... Just being near him, just being in the same room as Stolas, was more valuable than anything else Blitz could ever have had...

And he'd lost it.

"Fuck. Hey. Um... You-- you look beautiful." Blitz winced even as he said it, sure that was somehow coming out wrong too; everything he'd been trying to say to Stolas had come out wrong recently, it seemed like. "Did you... uh... it's... been a while. Since that party. Did you--have a good time? I mean not like, you know, after, I'm not asking about you and Benji, especially since he's such a bottom, but did..." Rambling. Babbling. Probably coming off like an asshole. Blitz pressed a hand to his face. "Sorry. Forget I said--all of that. It's not my business anymore, is it?

"Would you... like to sit down? Tell me about this job?"

They could do this, right?

Fuck.

Somehow?

I miss him. I miss him, I miss him, I miss him.

BATED BREATH HOLDS FIRM TO LUNGS long enough Stolas worries he might lose consciousness if he holds it any longer. Stupid, that's what he was being. Blitz was busy, of course he was, Blitz was always busy. Too busy to text him, too busy to call him, to busy to rescue him and far too busy to visit when he'd been in hospital. As much as it hurt to say so Blitz was many things : disappointing being one he'd come to terms with as of late. Stolas sighs and places his phone face down on the lawn chair he sits upon. "Fucking idiot . . ." He mutters under his breath, face sinking into talons as he releases a pained groan. He's the idiot of course-- for expecting things to be different in any sort of way. He should have known better : there were entire parties dedicated to the past let downs of the imps life, why should he expect anything to have changed since then?

He'd let him leave after all, one minute he'd been sitting with Blitz, listening to an apology that, to his credit, sounded sincere and the next he was dancing with a very handsome succubi-- all because Blitz didn't want him, all because he'd wanted a romcom in place of a porno. Stomach churns and the Prince feels moisture behind his eyes. The night he'd spent with Benji had been fun but it wasn't what he truly wanted. He wanted Blitz to come running, to sweep him off his feet and proclaim his everlasting love. That he'd been a fool to act the way he had and he would never behave such a way again. But that, Stolas had come to learn, was just not something that happened in reality. Only in fiction, literature and the screen : and the owl's life was far from a picture perfect movie.

Notification ding sends stomach hurdling through feet and Stolas finds his hands peeling away from his face instantaneously. He grasps for the phone, heart beat a flutter as he reads the three individual texts. Well . . . at least he wasn't being an asshole about it. He runs a thumb alongside phone, considering the correct way to respond. He was glad the imp was willing to take the job but he was still angry with him. Stolas believed he was owed an apology-- one he could remember at the very least : and one that had a complete finish. The one at the party was blurry and interrupted. He wanted to hear Blitzo say he was sorry with his whole heart-- even if it meant the end of whatever it was they were.

>>> Sounds good. I'll be there shortly.

Thumb hits send and Stolas places his phone face down again. He doesn't want to over think things. As awkward as this may be he really does need to be protected from his ex wife and her conniving ways. - - -

His palms shouldn't be this sweaty, his chest shouldn't be heaving this hard-- he'd spoken to Blitz after the horrid full moon so why now was Stolas feeling the pangs of nerves settling in? With a deep breath he pushes himself forward, moving through the front door expecting to find hell hound receptionist at the ready-- but the desk is empty. Brows furrow as he glances around, checking for the other two imps who fulfill the back end of I.M.P. and they too seem to be missing. "Hello?" He calls out, removing top hat from head and clutching it between both hands. "IS ANYONE HERE?"