"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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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?"