A part of it felt like it ought to be embarrassing - a demon of his station, a Goetian prince, curled up in the arms of an imp.
But Stolas has never felt safer than when he's with Blitz, and even curled up and half naked on his bed, he can feel his heart and feathers settling.
But- still. When Blitzø asks him, he sighs gently, and moves to sit upright next to him. One leg curls up to rest in his lap, still, maintaining that connection.
"When Striker kidnapped me, he..." He hates how it makes a lump rise in his throat, and he swallows it down. "The blessed rope wasn't the only item he used. That simply bound my powers, preventing me from escaping myself."
His arm brushes over his left shoulder, and with a soft grimace of determination he brushes the thick feathers back. Hidden beneath them, deep in his skin, there's a thin, almost golden line of scar tissue. "He also had a blessed knife."
Blitzø, normally all bravado and energy, stills at the explanation. There's a moment when he's not sure what to think, torn between guilt at triggering memories of that in Stolas again, anger that he hadn't known the full extent of what Striker had done... guilt and anger with himself for never finding out, not visiting, not wanting to face his fuck up.
He eventually reaches out carefully, trailing the pad of his thumb over the scar as though he could erase it that way.
"Fuck, Stolas... I'm sorry. I didn't fucking take you seriously and then you got hurt and I..." Blitzø heaves a sigh, his hand falling away. "...I didn't even come visit."
"Your daughter is important, Blitzy," he coos quietly, taking his imp's face in one hand to look at him again. "I would never begrudge you that. And your little employees did their best - Striker didn't kill me."
He just broke one leg and nearly severed the tendons on it, which would have been disastrous with a holy weapon, but it was fine. And he doesn't begrudge Blitz, quite genuinely; he'd just been prepared to die hoping that he'd be rescued, unable to assume or even believe that Blitz would find him - if he was even coming at all.
(He isn't quite sure what Blitz means by visit him, but it doesn't matter either.)
He clears his throat gently. "I'll... admit it was a- a more thrilling amount of damage than I've usually taken," he says, trying to force a bit of blithe levity into it. "But I think for the time being I'll be... somewhat reluctant to do knifeplay for a while."
"Yeah, I guess M&M do pretty ok on their own." There was probably something there about giving them more credit or freedom or something, but that led down a whole pathway he wasn't really wanting to get into tonight, not to mention he wasn't sure how Stolas would feel about some of it.
"So we'll stay away from the blades for a while," he continues, doing his best to get back on track for something good coming out of tonight. "Probably good, since I doubt the Admiral was gonna fucking give me bear traps here, as fucking hilarious as it would be to get my warden to ask for them."
It's difficult to drag his attention away from the scar, and in the end Blitzø presses a kiss to it before working his way up Stolas' neck and to kissing him properly. "But it's your night and I can make it up to you however you like, Stol's. So what'll it be?"
He'll be fine with bondage again later; that's never been anything less than appealing, and that's not the part that bothered him to begin with. The knives might take a little longer, but bear traps were hot regardless. And right now, he just wants to feel like he can move.
His arms wrap lightly around Blitz, flicking the spines up the back of his head with a delicate, teasing touch. He knows how to turn Blitz on just as much as the reverse.
So his long fingers find a length of Blitz's horn he can wrap them fully around. "How about I grab your horns and ride your face like a fucking bronco?"
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But Stolas has never felt safer than when he's with Blitz, and even curled up and half naked on his bed, he can feel his heart and feathers settling.
But- still. When Blitzø asks him, he sighs gently, and moves to sit upright next to him. One leg curls up to rest in his lap, still, maintaining that connection.
"When Striker kidnapped me, he..." He hates how it makes a lump rise in his throat, and he swallows it down. "The blessed rope wasn't the only item he used. That simply bound my powers, preventing me from escaping myself."
His arm brushes over his left shoulder, and with a soft grimace of determination he brushes the thick feathers back. Hidden beneath them, deep in his skin, there's a thin, almost golden line of scar tissue. "He also had a blessed knife."
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He eventually reaches out carefully, trailing the pad of his thumb over the scar as though he could erase it that way.
"Fuck, Stolas... I'm sorry. I didn't fucking take you seriously and then you got hurt and I..." Blitzø heaves a sigh, his hand falling away. "...I didn't even come visit."
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He just broke one leg and nearly severed the tendons on it, which would have been disastrous with a holy weapon, but it was fine. And he doesn't begrudge Blitz, quite genuinely; he'd just been prepared to die hoping that he'd be rescued, unable to assume or even believe that Blitz would find him - if he was even coming at all.
(He isn't quite sure what Blitz means by visit him, but it doesn't matter either.)
He clears his throat gently. "I'll... admit it was a- a more thrilling amount of damage than I've usually taken," he says, trying to force a bit of blithe levity into it. "But I think for the time being I'll be... somewhat reluctant to do knifeplay for a while."
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"So we'll stay away from the blades for a while," he continues, doing his best to get back on track for something good coming out of tonight. "Probably good, since I doubt the Admiral was gonna fucking give me bear traps here, as fucking hilarious as it would be to get my warden to ask for them."
It's difficult to drag his attention away from the scar, and in the end Blitzø presses a kiss to it before working his way up Stolas' neck and to kissing him properly. "But it's your night and I can make it up to you however you like, Stol's. So what'll it be?"
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His arms wrap lightly around Blitz, flicking the spines up the back of his head with a delicate, teasing touch. He knows how to turn Blitz on just as much as the reverse.
So his long fingers find a length of Blitz's horn he can wrap them fully around. "How about I grab your horns and ride your face like a fucking bronco?"