#✧･ﾟ･ﾟ✧ | ☾ | : dirty rip out the whole of your soul love.

[botanikos]

“There’s my favorite cockslut. Wanna lick the blood off daddy?” Bliitzo for him coming home from work

Blitz was the most outrageously SEXY being around, and he was even more impressively charming after a hard day's work. Stolas emits a low groan, feathers ruffling with excitement. Hands are already moving to take hold of Blitz's face as the prince bends to drag rough, textured tongue against bloodied cheek. Shortly after however, his mouth is swift to catch the imp's in a rather needy and passionate kiss.

❝ I want to lick a lot of things from your body, actually.~ ❞

[botanikos]

Salt to already open and tender wounds. Stolas closes one eye with his snapping, but a gentle smile remains. The curve of it reshapes, expression apologetic as he reaches to take one of Blitz's hands in his own. ❝ I am sorry. That isn't what I meant. It isn't that I do not trust you, Blitzy. . . It is that I — I doubt being wedded to me, bound to me in such intimate ways, would be worth your time. Marriage is a lot, and I have already disrupted and dismantled one. . . ❞ Not that he would do it again, not with Blitz. His marriage with Stella was something completely different, but still, the anxieties were of similar ilk.

Blitz wasn't expecting to actually be taken seriously. If anything he thought this would spark a petty fight. When confronted with serious emotional talk instead he winced in unease. Okay he fucked himself over he can accept that. "Well I'm supposed to be different okay?! This means you don't trust me. That you think I won't be any better than stella! Well fuck you for that!"

[botanikos]

Blitz is at the table eating his breakfast. Just deliberately ignoring stolas’s existence. “Sweetie could you pass the salt?” Note he was talking to octavia instead of the prince. (Bliitzo)

So this was it, then? Blitz was still ANGRY with him? About. . . marriage. . . He watched Octavia's features shift between a series of emotions, irritability among them before she merely passed the salt and shrugged. Stolas felt as though he were watching a party from the outside of a window. He couldn't tell if he felt hurt or grateful to not be invited in. With a quiet sigh, he runs a hand over the plumage over his head and straightens. The prince moves to fetch himself a mug of coffee and grins as he turns to the pair once more. ❝ Good morning, my loves! What do we have on the agenda for today~? Shall we spend quality time together perhaps? ❞

[botanikos]

“Happy birthday baby!” He greets with a cake in his hands. It’s burnt to all hell but Atleast frosted nice with the prince’s favorite colors and little doodles of stolas and him holding hands and another where they’re heavily making out. “You’re gonna fucking lose it once you get your presents trust me.” Bliitzo

Soft chirrups are proffered as Blitz approaches. Stolas doesn't mind that the cake is burnt — it's the fact that he made him a cake and even went the length to decorate it! A pleasant ache in his chest begins to sink in, nestling between ribcage. What a thing, for a heart to feel so full! A gentle press of beak to the imp's head. He could kiss him, but he saves that gesture for the time being.

❝ I am trying not to 'lose it' right now. You mean to tell me you aren't my gift~? ❞

[botanikos]

“Since you’re not gonna marry me I’ll sleep on the couch. You know since you’ve communicated to me that I’m nothing but your whore!” Stomps off wrapped in his horse patterned blanket (Bliitzo)

Stars, they were certainly arguing like a married couple, weren't they? Stolas drops back onto the bed with an audible groan and allows Blitz the opportunity to storm away. The prince counts to a meager ten before sweeping his own royal blanket around his lithe frame and shadows his footfalls. With ease, he lifts Blitz into his arms, settles himself onto the couch, and hastily wraps his limbs around the imp before he can argue or escape. ❝ Then I will accompany you on the couch. You are NOT my whore, Blitzy. We shall talk about this in the morning.  ❞

[botanikos]

Of course, Stolas overheard him. The prince is standing just a few paces behind Blitz, elegant brow arching with the insult. He took no offense to it, of course, given that this little moody escapade has been ongoing for some time. He leans close, nudging the side of the imp's head with his cheek. ❝ I love you wholly and entirely, Blitz. I didn't realize you would take offense to my hesitation on marriage. You know how my last one. . . Was. I didn't want to tie you. . to me. ❞

"Obviously he doesn't love me if he won't marry me. What is he so ashamed of me that he won't put a ring on it just cause I'll make him look bad? Fucking dick." Don't mind his drunk ramblings.