Listen That Reply Was Too Good - Tumblr Posts
[for @grimowled continued from this dark, sticky, ultra-sweet sap ]
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Blitz was still sitting alone in his living room, curled up on the couch. His apartment was dark and quiet--Loona wasn't around much these days--and he had been letting himself get lost in too many dark thoughts, empty thoughts. Texting a confession to Stolas had felt like idiocy. After Verosika's party, what the fuck would Stolas ever want from him again? But Blitz still wanted him. He always would, he knew. Apparently, he was fucking cursed with love, cursed to love, and he couldn't break free of it... Nor did he want to. So, although he knew the answer would be more silence or ridicule, he sent the text anyway, closed his eyes, and tried to dream of better scenarios, of ways that maybe it wouldn't go so badly.
And then his phone-screen lit up. The new notification sound was a clip of Stolas's performance--one of the most popular videos trending on VoxTube--and so that sweet, smooth voice came through the darkness, easing away so many shadows. Stolas's voice was a shadow all its own, but one Blitz could willingly lose himself in. He closed his eyes, listening until the clip of the song was over, then picked up the phone. Heart heavy, he opened the text, expecting to see... to see...
Fuck. Those words weren't what Blitz had expected at all. Golden eyes widening, he read over them again and again, struggling to believe it.
...my every waking thought my most blissful of nightmares... ...monstrous wings around you to keep.... together... my heart... you and you alone... come to me quickly... carve my devotion upon your soul... yours.
Blitz's heart felt like it was frozen. This, all of this, was like some fucked up dream come true, in the most painfully beautiful way. He knew this was dangerous, knew Stolas wasn't safe, wasn't some gentle, benign being. Stolas wasn't for beginners. He wasn't anywhere near as soft as his feathers or his voice might make him seem. He was a demon prince in every way--and he was all Blitz fucking wanted. If Stolas wanted to carve his devotion onto Blitz's soul--fuck. The imp didn't know what that meant, but he knew that it didn't really matter. He wanted it. He wanted him, and he was done pretending otherwise. Stolas mattered so damned much--too damned much.
Maybe it was time to bind himself to the demon. To offer himself to Stolas, for better or for worse. If it meant they could be together, if it meant he could still have him, still love him? Be near him?
Maybe it was time to finally yield to his demon prince.
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Blitz didn't waste time. He didn't know what the fuck was going to happen. Maybe just hot sex, a nice night of banging and laughter and then them passing out curled up in each other's arms. Or, maybe Stolas was going to use his magic on him, bind them together forever, warp Blitz's very being... but did it really matter? There was still some sense of caution in Blitz that said yes, yes, it matters, be goddamn careful, what the fuck are you doing, but he was tired of fighting that voice. He was so fucking tired.
Dressed in his sluttiest best--a mesh shirt with chrome rings for his spines, leather trousers so tight they might have been painted onto him, black eyeshadow--he didn't bother sneaking in this time. Blitz knocked on Stolas's front door, and as soon as the door opened and one of the staff tried to sneer at him, to gesture at him to go around to a side door, Blitz stalked inside. No holding back, no playing it safe, not anymore.
"Where the fuck is my bird?"
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A nervous servant led the imp up to Stolas's room. Tail lashing, Blitz glared until the servant left. Then, not hesitating at all, he kicked the door open like the uncultured, uncouth vermin he was, and stalked into the room.
"Stolas! You told me to come, so I'm here. I'm... I brought something for you. For us." Eyes brighter than ever, tail still lashing, Blitz walked up to him, then held out a tattered leather bag, something old. The unmistakable clink of chains could be heard inside, smooth metal sliding against itself. There was a collar in there, a collar and a chain, something Blitz remembered too well from his hallucination--a hallucination where he saw the truth. He loved this man. Stolas was on a damned pedestal, and even if Stolas owned him, even if Stolas collared and chained him, Stolas loved him. And being loved by Stolas? That. Was better than a lifetime of anything else--including self respect, safety, or common sense.
"I'm yours, Stolas. Whatever that means. Whatever you want. I'm yours to keep. Just--don't cast me aside again. Please. I'll give you, I am giving you, everything. My heart. My trust. Me."