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for @collectionoflostsouls, continued from here wow hi nice to meet you person i have totally never written with before and whom i don't completely adore, hiii!

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"I had a bad dream about you," Blitz admitted, rolling over on the couch so he could hold the phone a little more comfortably. He might not be completely awake, but he was smiling, happy; hearing Stolas's voice right now was even better than texting with him. Blitz stretched, letting out a contented little sigh, and rubbed his face on the cushion before going on.

"I mean like, a nightmare, I guess. Not that... you probably never get nightmares, so maybe you don't know what the fuck they are or something, but I... sometimes they just seem so fucking real, you know? And this one did. There was some asshole prince up in the human world who like, you ran into for some reason, and he reached out and touched you and you burst into flame, and I couldn't put the fire out. I kept trying to dump more water on you, then smother it with me jacket, and," Blitz's throat tightened, eyes watering, "I could smell your feathers burning. And you just kept saying it's alright, darling, I'll be alright, darling, because you were trying really fucking hard not to scream and... it just... it fucking... I don't...

"Thank you. For calling. I know it's dumb to get upset about a dream, just... sometimes... fuck, I don't know. How um, how are you?"

"I mean, I wouldn't mind getting to see you... actually, fuck." Blitz pushed himself upright. "I'm gonna come over, okay? It'll probably be an hour from when we hang up, I gotta... fuck, I really gotta shower. But it--wasn't Earth fire. It was weird fucking golden fire that burned my eyes just to look at, and it was like boiling you away and just... Fuck, you know? I wanna see you? I'll um-- I'll be there in an hour."

He hung up before Stolas could actually reply, because it would be easy enough for Stolas to tell Richard not to let him in--not that Richard was likely to even if Stolas was expecting him. Maybe today would be another day to go in the window... but then it would be harder for Stolas to avoid him if he wanted to, and maybe that wasn't a good thing?

Fuck. Blitz felt too hungover to really think anything through. He tossed his phone aside, stretched, then went to the kitchen and turned the faucet on, sticking his face under it to drink and drink and drink and drink.

Better. He closed his eyes and just let the water run over his face for a moment, then sighed and headed to the bathroom.

Blitz sat on the edge of the tub and clipped his hooves, taking a moment to file them smooth and safe. For a moment, he just held one, rubbing his thumb along the long bones leading up to it, then sighed. Yeah. Too late to go back to walking on them probably, he mused, not for the first time. Blitz sighed and finished the job, then got in the shower and scrubbed hard.

He oiled his horns and his hooves afterwards, then the spines on his shoulder and tail, before getting dressed and heading out. In faded old jeans and a plain white t-shirt, holes torn for his spines rather than a garment with rings in it, Blitz didn't look half as polished as usual.

He hesitated at the door, almost knocked... and started climbing instead.

Fuck Richard.

He hopped over the balustrade and looked into the relative darkness of Stolas's room. Almost an hour on the dot. "Hey, pretty bird. You um, you in here?"

hello @doublejango, stranger I have absolutely not delightedly written thousands of words with elsewhere xD how are you darling?~

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"Oh, goodness," Stolas blinked, brow furrowing in consternation despite the smile he could hear on Blitz's voice. "That sounds incredibly unpleasant. It really is most fortuitous that earth-fire cannot harm either of us.

"But I am sorry that you had such a distressing dream. And I'm glad that my calling can offer some reassurance." He couldn't help but feel like even a phone call was not enough. He wished he could scoop Blitz into his arms and hold him. Offer physical proof that the dream was only a dream. But- and he was trying to catch himself on this better now- that was a selfish thing to want, wasn't it? just because he desired something didn't mean that Blitz did as well.

"My own nightmares, when I have them..." Stolas admitted quietly, "Are often about being alone. Being lost. Rarely anything so violent. Are you alright? Do you- is there anything that would give you comfort?"