[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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arsegoetia) wrote2024-04-29 04:01 pm
Re: [after Johann's party]
Like fucking shit.
[He tries to sit up anyway.]
Shit, sorry about your sheets.
Re: [after Johann's party]
[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.