Moxxietude - Tumblr Posts
for @moxxietude, because these two never have misadventures when they head off on missions together, right? they will definitely be fine.
Not Hell--
This wasn't Hell, but it might be the next worst thing. The hit was done, they'd sent some shitbag straight down and earned their pay, but Loona hadn't opened the portal to fetch them home yet. Which was fine. Really. Probably, anyway. Maybe? Definitely fine. Still, this wasn't even a town, much less a city. Cities were great. The denser they were, the dirtier they were, the less anybody ever looked over at a couple of imps slinking along. Nobody cared about gunshots or shouts in dense cities, but here?
This place was awful. They'd had to make the hit look like an accident. Thankfully, the law enforcement officers who were called up bought it, and nobody really seemed that perturbed, but it still rankled the pride. They were assassins, damn it. Not accidents.
Yeah, this place was the worst.
According to the sign, this little cluster of a few dozen cabins and chalets, up on the top of a mountain, was called Paradise Idylls. There were a few dozen RVs all neatly parked together like big fat white parasites, children running around in the bright sunshine. The smell of meat being cheerfully grilled with too much lighter fluid and not enough seasoning, the barking of a few happy dogs, splashes from a little pool...
A tiny mountain resort, high up in the pines, with just one long, winding dirt road leading in or out, probably hours from real civilization. A summer heatwave, a forest dry as tinder.
Back twitching under his jacket, feeling like at any moment someone was going to find them and probably use bear spray on them, Blitzo hunched down next to Moxxie in the relatively cool confines of a Facilities shed. As long as no maintenance crew came, they'd be fine in here. And if they did... Eh, there were some barrels, some tarps. Surely the two of them could hide--or Moxxie could, anyway. He was sneaky as fuck when he needed to be.
"So." He picked up a can of spray paint and started tossing it from hand to hand. "She'll definitely get us out of here any time now. But want to play a game? Truth or Dare, maybe? Kill the next few minutes?"
The next few minutes. As if they hadn't already been here for literal hours, and might be here for hours longer yet.
"....um, sir? Are...Are you okay?" Of course Moxxie is worried about his boss. Blitzo doesn't seem himself. And earlier he had seemed in such high spirits.
Hearing Moxxie's voice did something to Blitz. He had just gotten back to the office, having forgotten that he'd assigned Moxxie an actual mountain of paperwork, and he had just stopped crying. But now? Hearing the voice that was so fucking kind when Moxxie wanted to be, the voice that actually meant a lot more to Blitz than he liked to admit...
The tears returned. He pressed a hand over his eyes and shook his head slowly, standing in front of his office door, unable to actually go in.
"No," he managed to say calmly, as calmly as he could, but his voice still shook. "I'm... it... he's gone. Stolas is gone. He doesn't want-- he... I fucked up, and... He's gone."
Blitz wasn't going to break down. Not again. Not a-fucking-gain. He had fallen to his knees in an alleyway on the walk here--his van was abandoned at Stolas's palace, Blitz in no state to drive--and screamed and screamed and fucking screamed, clawing at the ground, punching a wall. The knees of his slacks were torn up, as were his knuckles, and his body was subtly vibrating. Not shaking, not really, something beyond it, a little too exhausted to really shake anymore.
"You don't have to do the paperwork. You can go home... You should.. You should go be with Millie. Tell her you love her. Just--just go. I'm sorry for keeping you here. I'm--I'm sorry, Mox."
Blitz, how are you, Moxxie, and Millie doing after those penguins invaded your company?
"Oh, we're fine. We're great! It was, you know, traumatic, but we're healing together." Blitz batted his eyelashes, smiling--but after a moment, his smile faltered. "I mean, really, it's...
"Moxxie knows about everything. Me and Stolas, Verosika's party. And that little fucker has really had my back. I wouldn't even be getting through half these fucking days if not for him. And that penguin murder brigade was fucking terrifying, but I've been putting in a lot of extra hours at the range. Like fuck I am ever letting any stupid tubby torpedo-blubber-bird ever hurt my employees. It doesn't matter how cute penguins are, or that ooooh, they like rocks," he waved his hands in the air, rolling his eyes, "they can suck my little red hole and thank me for the experience." He gave an angry little slurp of his coffee, then sighed, calming down a bit. The truth was, Blitz was emotional these days. He didn't have his usual resilience. Humor was harder. Everything felt harder. He just... didn't feel like himself, and he hated it.
"I'm sorry. That came out kinda, you know, douche-tastic, didn't it? We're fine. Thank you for checking in. Millie and Moxxie are the toughest fuckers I know. It's gonna take a lot more than some sealbirds to ever really fuck them up." His voice dropped a register or two as he added, baring his teeth in a dark grin, absolutely devoid of mercy: "And if those fucking birds ever come back? I'll be ready for them."
@moxxietude said: "You are loved, Blitz."
Those simple words hit hard, in the best way possible. Blitz turned, not having expected Moxxie to be there, but the moment he saw him? He smiled. Heart softening, body seeming to just relax, tension falling away just because Moxxie was there.
"You too, Mox." Reaching out with his tail, he lovingly brushed the spade over Moxxie's upper arm, smiling, heart in his damn throat. "You, too."