#[ STOOOOOP THIS WAS S ODAMN CUTE WTFFFF QA Q UGGGH

[radiodaemon]

"I promise it's none of that." With the Goetia's eyes closed, Blitz turned the knob to his door, slowly guiding his heart through. There was a click that followed only a moment after that of the closing door. Even with sealed eyes, there would be a sudden shift in brightness behind those lids. "Okay. Open."

The room had undergone a most stellar transformation. Walls of black were sprinkled with glow-in-the-dark stars, flecks of white light moving slowly across the walls and ceiling, a purple lava lamp spouting red goo on the dresser, and replacing the overhead light fixture was a color-changing full moon. On each wall, a black light illuminated the paint job he and his crew had painstakingly worked to perfect. Shooting stars and planets (including one in the shape of a horse with Saturn-like rings) were brought to life under the magic of those lights.

"So....do you like it? Think you'd feel comfortable staying in here...with me?"

Stolas can only hope his skepticism and hesitance are not taken in offense. 'Tis not that he doesn't believe Blitz--- why, he can confidently claim that Blitz is the only one he has and TRUSTS, at this point, but the fear of the UNKNOWN, and the uncertainty that comes packaged with it, makes him pause before finally stepping through the doorway and opening his eyes.

" --- oh! O-Oh my! "

All the words in his extensive and impressive vocabulary cannot HOPE to capture how he feels seeing all of this. Stolas' eyes cannot bring themselves to settle on just ONE thing, for there is much and more to gaze upon and ADMIRE in the best way possible as he fully steps inside and ventures round the room. Blitz had... in a way, brought the galaxy to HIM. The stars, the moon, so many things that had brought him COMFORT in his old home that had been absent of it otherwise--- and, now, he had Blitz here to add to it.

Nay, he does not expect it to be of the finest, most distinguished quality, but slowly is he learning that money only buys the sort of happiness that TEMPORARILY heals wounds. It cannot hope to hold a candle to the happiness Blitzy continues to bring him.

" Blitzy, you... y-you did all this for me? But did this not cost a FORTUNE? A-A-And take so much of your time? I know you've very LITTLE of it nowadays--- " He speaks ignorantly, and catches himself before worsening it, shining his other half an apologetic look. No longer amongst the wealthy, he has no room to judge those AROUND him who have never tasted privilege, and he's thankful Blitzy is patient enough to support him as he learns how to act less like a pompous prince, and more like... a proper partner.

With a giggle, the lithe owl sweeps back across the room and scoops the imp into his arms, nuzzling him with grand, GENUINE affection. " Oh, Blitzy... it's beautiful, " he whispers, trying to mask a sniffle in the crook of Blitz' neck. All these weeks of crying and the well STILL hasn't been run dry, but at least these are HAPPY tears, this time. " There is no other place I would rather be, my darling. You even put touches of YOURSELF into it to really make it OUR room, didn't you... "

Feathers fluff appreciatively, a trill rumbling from Stolas' chest. It's the first time he's somewhat brightened up since the entire ordeal, a piece of his broken heart and hope sliding back into place.

" ... thank you. "

@the-nexus ;;