[It's unclear whose room Blitzø had been aiming for as he's halfway to Stolas' or severely lost on his way to his own. Fortunately perhaps for the actual room owner, the door is locked and Blitzø had given up trying to find the doorknob that kept dodging him by being in the spot that it should be on any door. So he'd curled up outside of it like a particularly messy, half naked and sticky cat and promptly passed out.]
[Poor whoever that bastard was, if Stolas cared more. But right now he's more focused on the sad, black-out drunk imp on the floor and feeling an overwhelming sense of pity.
Empathy too - it's Blitz - but. Yeah. Pity.]
Oh, Blitzy...
[Picking him up is child's play, and he's careful to cradle Blitz's head against his chest as he carries him back to his own - Stolas's - room. If Blitz gets vomit on his sheets he's going to kick him off the bed, but he'd rather be there to make sure he doesn't choke on it first.
...he'll also do a quick trip to the commissary while Blitz is unconscious, to get some bottled water for his bedside, before he curls up in bed next to him.]
[Fortunately? perhaps for Stolas, there's a number of other points Blitzø had stopped on the way that he'll have to probably clean up himself the next day.
When he slowly starts to wake he blinks blearily at the ceiling and ornate bedding that is achingly familiar. His head aches just as much as his chest as he rolls over and sees Stolas there, almost like the past months hadn't happened. He's not stupid enough to think the barge was some weird dream, but his memory is not really filling in any blanks of how he came to be here.]
[In stark contrast to literally any time they've slept together, Stolas is not in fact curled up and over him with his birdy legs in every direction. He's curled up, but it's as far on the other side of the giant mattress as he can manage, the only concession to bridging the gap one arm stretched out, his hand pressed against Blitz's unconscious form.
So when Biltz moves, Stolas's hand pulls back, and he shifts his face into his pillow a bit more to hide from the deep red morning light. Those top two eyes are still visible, though, and open first, and Blitz will practically feel the stare.]
Good morning, dear. [He pushes himself up reluctantly to rest on one elbow, resting his other hand on Blitz's bare chest.] How are you feeling?
[He blinks at Stolas again, for a moment wondering why the goetian prince is literally at arms length, then Blitzø catches a sniff of himself and... yeah he smells like vomit and alcohol and bad choices. He wouldn't want to touch him either.]
[Has Stolas ever used a washing machine? Satan no. Has he ever even made his own bed? Highly debatable! Also irrelevant!
There's a moment of hesitation as Blitzø struggles, but affection wins over and he sits up too, legs folding smoothly so he can lean forward put a hand on Blitzø's back to help him make it the rest of the way.]
I, um. I got you some water. [His free hand glows as he picks it up in an easy telekinesis, hovering it close to his love.] I'd offer you something for the headache, but the only accessible drugs wouldn't even help a bruise.
Yeah... [He's not sure if Stolas will manage his own laundry but that's for worrying about when his head isn't currently clanging like some fucking purse imp with a gong had gotten in there.
The water takes him a moment to focus on, then Blitzø takes it and manages a few sips. Fuck he must seem so fucking messy right now. No wonder Stolas was keeping away from him.]
's fine, I'll get someone with magic to fix it up later if I gotta. Not the first shitty headache I've gotten here anyway. Wait till you find out what fucking dying feels like.
[It's hard not to take the comment about magic as a slight. It's not even like he can use any healing magic, it's not exactly within his purview - it just felt like another dismissal, of him not being enough for anyone.
He doesn't let that papercut to his heart show, mind. He just curls up as close to Blitz as he can without touching him, pulling his hand back to hug a knee to his chest. He was doubtless not after it anyway, not this hung over.]
Hm. I've had hangovers too, you know. And I'm sure whatever this place has won't be as bad as my arrival here.
[He gives Blitz's cheek a light little pinch, despite himself.]
Yeah well. You haven't been here long and you don't have your magic book or anything. Can't blame me for wanting to make sure you don't get that bird puss destroyed by anyone else.
[He lets the pinch happen for a moment, then pushes Stolas' hand away and makes a face.]
Speaking of... wanna go make a mess in the showers?
[He lets his face get pushed away with a smile, just happy that Blitz is feeling up for something even after that much of a hangover.
(He does have his grimoire back. But since that was the entire point of why they stopped fucking, because they didn't need their deal anymore, he sees no reason to bring it up now and ruin that.)]
You don't think that's too much exhibitionism, darling? I'd hate for the tiles to make my screams of pleasure make your hangover worse.
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Empathy too - it's Blitz - but. Yeah. Pity.]
Oh, Blitzy...
[Picking him up is child's play, and he's careful to cradle Blitz's head against his chest as he carries him back to his own - Stolas's - room. If Blitz gets vomit on his sheets he's going to kick him off the bed, but he'd rather be there to make sure he doesn't choke on it first.
...he'll also do a quick trip to the commissary while Blitz is unconscious, to get some bottled water for his bedside, before he curls up in bed next to him.]
Re: [after Johann's party]
When he slowly starts to wake he blinks blearily at the ceiling and ornate bedding that is achingly familiar. His head aches just as much as his chest as he rolls over and sees Stolas there, almost like the past months hadn't happened. He's not stupid enough to think the barge was some weird dream, but his memory is not really filling in any blanks of how he came to be here.]
Stolas?
Re: [after Johann's party]
So when Biltz moves, Stolas's hand pulls back, and he shifts his face into his pillow a bit more to hide from the deep red morning light. Those top two eyes are still visible, though, and open first, and Blitz will practically feel the stare.]
Good morning, dear. [He pushes himself up reluctantly to rest on one elbow, resting his other hand on Blitz's bare chest.] How are you feeling?
Re: [after Johann's party]
Like fucking shit.
[He tries to sit up anyway.]
Shit, sorry about your sheets.
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[Has Stolas ever used a washing machine? Satan no. Has he ever even made his own bed? Highly debatable! Also irrelevant!
There's a moment of hesitation as Blitzø struggles, but affection wins over and he sits up too, legs folding smoothly so he can lean forward put a hand on Blitzø's back to help him make it the rest of the way.]
I, um. I got you some water. [His free hand glows as he picks it up in an easy telekinesis, hovering it close to his love.] I'd offer you something for the headache, but the only accessible drugs wouldn't even help a bruise.
Re: [after Johann's party]
The water takes him a moment to focus on, then Blitzø takes it and manages a few sips. Fuck he must seem so fucking messy right now. No wonder Stolas was keeping away from him.]
's fine, I'll get someone with magic to fix it up later if I gotta. Not the first shitty headache I've gotten here anyway. Wait till you find out what fucking dying feels like.
Re: [after Johann's party]
He doesn't let that papercut to his heart show, mind. He just curls up as close to Blitz as he can without touching him, pulling his hand back to hug a knee to his chest. He was doubtless not after it anyway, not this hung over.]
Hm. I've had hangovers too, you know. And I'm sure whatever this place has won't be as bad as my arrival here.
[He gives Blitz's cheek a light little pinch, despite himself.]
You worry too much about me, Blitzy.
Re: [after Johann's party]
[He lets the pinch happen for a moment, then pushes Stolas' hand away and makes a face.]
Speaking of... wanna go make a mess in the showers?
Re: [after Johann's party]
(He does have his grimoire back. But since that was the entire point of why they stopped fucking, because they didn't need their deal anymore, he sees no reason to bring it up now and ruin that.)]
You don't think that's too much exhibitionism, darling? I'd hate for the tiles to make my screams of pleasure make your hangover worse.
Re: [after Johann's party]
Maybe you'll just have to try and keep as quiet as possible, really try not to let anyone else know about it.