This is highly unusual for you to call off. Is something the matter, Dante?
If you're feeling ill I could bring something to your place. I know I'm not the best cook but I could have Blitz whip something up. He is surprisingly proficient in the kitchen.
It is that time again, isn't it? So she went the way of the other imps and Loona...
I am very sorry to hear that. I know you two have gotten close as of late. If there is anything I can do please don't hesitate to ask. Its the least I can do.
I hate this. Takes me back to being a kid in the worst way. I've known her longer than anyone else, Stolas. Twenty something years. That's a fucking miracle with my life.
That is quite some time to know a person. I won't pretend to know how dangerous your life has been but... I can sympathize with how hard it is to let your guard down. I'm sure Lady is safe where ever she is and is waiting for you.
It's unfortunate that I didn't get a chance to know her very well. She seemed like a very capable woman.
[What's this? An invitation to a party? This wasn't a mistake, was it? The only social gatherings he gets invites for are the soirees Stella hosted at the palace where usually he was the target of humiliation.]
Was this invite intended for me? I think you may have sent it to the wrong owl.
[His texts are like deciphering hieroglyphics and he knows it, so he opts for a voicemail instead. It's a little weird because he calls Stolas' shellphone from the balcony of the owl's own apartment, but-- details.]
'eyyyy, Stolas, uh-- it's BlitzΓΈ, if that wasn't glaringly obvious-- I've got a maybe weird totally doesn't have to be serious if you don't want it to be offer-suggestion-thought for about uhhh..., Ten days from now! It's, uh. The fourteenth, of February, time's kinda wacky and I dunno if you're caught up, but here it's the fourteenth of February in ten days.
[He pauses, almost like he's waiting for Stolas to respond, and starts pacing on the balcony.] Anyway, uh-- it's totally cool if it's too soon, or not something you wanna do at all, ever, but I figured! Uh! Maybe, I could. Take you out. On a, uh. On a date?
[Waking up to a voice-mail on his shellphone was not on his Bingo card this morning. Did... did BlitzΓΈ leave last night? The owl had only just woken up and had yet to see if the imp was no longer stationed on his couch. A matter that had to wait...
The message itself took the banished prince by surprise. He was asking him out on a... a date? Like an honest to Lucifer date date. The day in which he purposed was also not lost on him, Valentineβs Day, a day of romance. Or so his hellanovellas would tell him. A different version of himself would have been beside himself, kicking and screaming at the prospect of spending a romantic evening with the hellborn. This was what he always wanted. What he dreamed about. So why was it giving him pause?
His feelings were still an inky black mess with everything he had been through. Shame and guilt gnawed on his consciousness as he drummed his talons on his thigh. Eventually he summoned the mental strength to call BlitzΓΈ.]
Oh! H-hello, Blitz. I hope this isn't a bad time, but I'm returning your call. Sorry if I missed you leave... [A beat before awkwardly nose diving straight into it.] Anywhoo! To answer your question, I don't currently have any plans on that day so I would be free to... accompany you.
[By the time Stolas has listened to his voicemail, BlitzΓΈ has vacated the apartment entirely, yes. If only because going back inside after leaving it, realizing sticking around left the possibility of being physically in Stolas' presence when he listened to it, and that as a concept made him want to throw himself off the balcony and preferably into the gaping maw of something akin to one of Stolas' weird carnivorous plants.]
[And, like, there was very little in the apartment, so he figured he could do some grocery shopping or something. Since the general way of it seemed to be they were both living in this specific little place. It was weird that it was Stolas' apartment, but he lived here too, but they'd both adjust. He could have had his own place to move Stolas into, but he chose the vagrant lizard life instead.]
[All this to say BlitzΓΈ is out somewhere buying wares or food or both when Stolas calls him back, and he about throws his shellphone on the fucking floor when it starts ringing.] Nnnah, not a bad time, don't have much I'm doing, here-- just getting some shit, for. Is it our? Apartment? Do you care if I keep showing up to make sure you don't accidentally set water on fire on the microwave, I've done that with a Hell-tart once, do not recommend--
[He shuts up long enough to let Stolas finish talking, slowing to a stop where he's walking and staring at the ground for a long handful of seconds. Free to accompany. Okay. That-- that was progress, that was a start. His tail loops itself around his hips in anxiety.] --yeah? You don't, uh. We don't have to go anywhere, if you don't want to. I can... I dunno, make you dinner? We could...,
['Talk, watch a movie... maybe..., cuddle?' echoes in the back of his mind and he's suddenly nauseous about it all, but he exhales harshly and drags a hand down his face.] ...we could talk, if you want. [And he means that, and his tone is serious enough that it conveys it, while somehow still being mellow.] Feels like maybe we should.
Our apartment? [Stolas echos back to himself. Their place? His eyes fluttered before he quickly adds.] Right! Yes. Our apartment. Only of you want to stay, of course! I wouldn't want to keep you from your own place.
[The owl awkwardly chuckles into the phone. BlitzΓΈ was here before him, after all. It would make since that he had settled in. Though... of he was honest with himself, he was grateful for not being alone.
There was another quiet snort of laughter, this time it was a bit softer than before as BlitzΓΈ spoke of his plan.]
Stay in, or go out. I leave that up to you. You know this place better than me. But uh... [Stolas hesitates.] ... Talking... You do know how I love to run my beak.
[BlitzΓΈ's laugh is much softer, this time, and starts walking again, slowly.] Could get used to, uh. Sharing space with you, I guess, [He almost said "living with you", but caught himself-- that sounds too domestic. Too settled. Even if for him it's only been the harrowing night after the trial he's had Stolas in his life again, to say he's glad for it would be an understatement. He just hums thoughtfully to the notion of his own place, given he can't really quantify why he doesn't have one to himself, and Stolas might would just get sad about his self-inflicted displacement.]
[He lapses into quiet as he walks, multi-tasking and picking up some things so his phone shifts around and sometimes his voice comes through the receiver but muffled, because he's splayed the phone against his collar to talk to a shopkeep or the like. He raises the shellphone back to his ear in time to hear Stolas chuckle about talking, and just basks in the sound for a moment, humming another chuckle of his own.] ...yeah. [What the fuck, Buckzo, you sound like a lovestruck teenager. He clears his throat.] I mean-- yeah, sure, I'll figure it out. And we can talk. Maybe I can find a cheap dvd player and we can watch a movie or something. [He is trying very hard to not think about how similar this sounds to what Stolas had suggested after Ozzie's.]
[Stolas hums thoughtfully. From what little he saw, this world's technology was... mixed]
If we can, it would be interesting to see what films they have. Though no worries I'd we can't. There are plenty of other things we can do.
[Wait- No, shit. Struck with how that migbt sound again Stolas strumbled over his words to clarifywhat he meant.]
Like go for a walk! O-or read a book! This... this is my first time celebrating this holiday so what ever you decide for us to do will be just fine, I'm sure!
[He shrugs, despite Stolas being on the phone and not being able to see the gesture, but somehow it makes his voice roll with the gesture.] Only way to know is to find out, that'll be my task for the day.
[Hearing Stolas..., do that, be suggestive and then double back on himself, it draws another breathy little chuckle out of the imp.] Stols, chill. We..., when I said talk, I meant like talk-talk, we've got a lot of shit to catch up on and figure out. And-- maybe Valentine's is a bad time for that, because it's not gonna be a talk that's always... fun, or happy, but. [He fidgets with a button on his coat, shaking his head.] We've never really done anything conventionally, to begin with.
[There was a sting of guilt that plucked at his heart. Why did he ever suggest that deal? To live out a fantasy he had only read in books? But talking... yes, that needed to happen. With all the new changes happening around him, it had been neglected. The imp wasn't the only one who wanted to set the record straight.
Stolas huffed a gentle sigh, trying to shove back the creeping anxiety that bleed at the corners of his mind.]
I knew what you meant... A lot has happened recently and I know my mind has been pulled elsewhere... But it is about time we 'do words' at eachother.
[Another picture, this time of him peering up from the bottom of the frame with a wide shot behind him because I have no idea what sort of shops exist that sell plants in Eltrut. But he's there, at one of them.]
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If anyone asks, I'm really not in the mood.
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If you're feeling ill I could bring something to your place. I know I'm not the best cook but I could have Blitz whip something up. He is surprisingly proficient in the kitchen.
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...I can't find Lady anywhere. And her place is empty. I'm pretty damn sure she's gone.
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Are you certain that she isn't in danger somewhere? We could launch a search party.
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She was one of them.
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I am very sorry to hear that. I know you two have gotten close as of late. If there is anything I can do please don't hesitate to ask. Its the least I can do.
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I hate this. Takes me back to being a kid in the worst way. I've known her longer than anyone else, Stolas. Twenty something years. That's a fucking miracle with my life.
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It's unfortunate that I didn't get a chance to know her very well. She seemed like a very capable woman.
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hey bitch
Mistake?
Was this invite intended for me? I think you may have sent it to the wrong owl.
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'eyyyy, Stolas, uh-- it's BlitzΓΈ, if that wasn't glaringly obvious-- I've got a maybe weird totally doesn't have to be serious if you don't want it to be offer-suggestion-thought for about uhhh..., Ten days from now! It's, uh. The fourteenth, of February, time's kinda wacky and I dunno if you're caught up, but here it's the fourteenth of February in ten days.
[He pauses, almost like he's waiting for Stolas to respond, and starts pacing on the balcony.] Anyway, uh-- it's totally cool if it's too soon, or not something you wanna do at all, ever, but I figured! Uh! Maybe, I could. Take you out. On a, uh. On a date?
[Another period of silence.]
Anywaythat'sallcallmebackorjusttalktomewheneverokaybyyyyyeeeeeee!!!!
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The message itself took the banished prince by surprise. He was asking him out on a... a date? Like an honest to Lucifer date date. The day in which he purposed was also not lost on him, Valentineβs Day, a day of romance. Or so his hellanovellas would tell him. A different version of himself would have been beside himself, kicking and screaming at the prospect of spending a romantic evening with the hellborn. This was what he always wanted. What he dreamed about. So why was it giving him pause?
His feelings were still an inky black mess with everything he had been through. Shame and guilt gnawed on his consciousness as he drummed his talons on his thigh. Eventually he summoned the mental strength to call BlitzΓΈ.]
Oh! H-hello, Blitz. I hope this isn't a bad time, but I'm returning your call. Sorry if I missed you leave... [A beat before awkwardly nose diving straight into it.] Anywhoo! To answer your question, I don't currently have any plans on that day so I would be free to... accompany you.
i did not mean for this tag to be so goddamn long
[And, like, there was very little in the apartment, so he figured he could do some grocery shopping or something. Since the general way of it seemed to be they were both living in this specific little place. It was weird that it was Stolas' apartment, but he lived here too, but they'd both adjust. He could have had his own place to move Stolas into, but he chose the vagrant lizard life instead.]
[All this to say BlitzΓΈ is out somewhere buying wares or food or both when Stolas calls him back, and he about throws his shellphone on the fucking floor when it starts ringing.] Nnnah, not a bad time, don't have much I'm doing, here-- just getting some shit, for. Is it our? Apartment? Do you care if I keep showing up to make sure you don't accidentally set water on fire on the microwave, I've done that with a Hell-tart once, do not recommend--
[He shuts up long enough to let Stolas finish talking, slowing to a stop where he's walking and staring at the ground for a long handful of seconds. Free to accompany. Okay. That-- that was progress, that was a start. His tail loops itself around his hips in anxiety.] --yeah? You don't, uh. We don't have to go anywhere, if you don't want to. I can... I dunno, make you dinner? We could...,
['Talk, watch a movie... maybe..., cuddle?' echoes in the back of his mind and he's suddenly nauseous about it all, but he exhales harshly and drags a hand down his face.] ...we could talk, if you want. [And he means that, and his tone is serious enough that it conveys it, while somehow still being mellow.] Feels like maybe we should.
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[The owl awkwardly chuckles into the phone. BlitzΓΈ was here before him, after all. It would make since that he had settled in. Though... of he was honest with himself, he was grateful for not being alone.
There was another quiet snort of laughter, this time it was a bit softer than before as BlitzΓΈ spoke of his plan.]
Stay in, or go out. I leave that up to you. You know this place better than me. But uh... [Stolas hesitates.] ... Talking... You do know how I love to run my beak.
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[He lapses into quiet as he walks, multi-tasking and picking up some things so his phone shifts around and sometimes his voice comes through the receiver but muffled, because he's splayed the phone against his collar to talk to a shopkeep or the like. He raises the shellphone back to his ear in time to hear Stolas chuckle about talking, and just basks in the sound for a moment, humming another chuckle of his own.] ...yeah. [What the fuck, Buckzo, you sound like a lovestruck teenager. He clears his throat.] I mean-- yeah, sure, I'll figure it out. And we can talk. Maybe I can find a cheap dvd player and we can watch a movie or something. [He is trying very hard to not think about how similar this sounds to what Stolas had suggested after Ozzie's.]
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[Stolas hums thoughtfully. From what little he saw, this world's technology was... mixed]
If we can, it would be interesting to see what films they have. Though no worries I'd we can't. There are plenty of other things we can do.
[Wait- No, shit. Struck with how that migbt sound again Stolas strumbled over his words to clarifywhat he meant.]
Like go for a walk! O-or read a book! This... this is my first time celebrating this holiday so what ever you decide for us to do will be just fine, I'm sure!
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[Hearing Stolas..., do that, be suggestive and then double back on himself, it draws another breathy little chuckle out of the imp.] Stols, chill. We..., when I said talk, I meant like talk-talk, we've got a lot of shit to catch up on and figure out. And-- maybe Valentine's is a bad time for that, because it's not gonna be a talk that's always... fun, or happy, but. [He fidgets with a button on his coat, shaking his head.] We've never really done anything conventionally, to begin with.
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[There was a sting of guilt that plucked at his heart. Why did he ever suggest that deal?
To live out a fantasy he had only read in books?But talking... yes, that needed to happen. With all the new changes happening around him, it had been neglected. The imp wasn't the only one who wanted to set the record straight.Stolas huffed a gentle sigh, trying to shove back the creeping anxiety that bleed at the corners of his mind.]
I knew what you meant... A lot has happened recently and I know my mind has been pulled elsewhere... But it is about time we 'do words' at eachother.
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holy anxiety lizard batman
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text; un: laminitis (mostly because stolas needs to see this is his shellphone ID lol)
[A photo of BlitzΓΈ crouched down beside an ornate-looking plant follows.]
plent!
Oh, he sees it
Oh, isn't that a pretty one. Already shopping for plants without me?
huehuehue
jus saw eet
u want?
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told it 2 stay
if its gud plent he'll bee here wen we cum back.
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Oh I'm sure he will be a good plant and stay put. Where are you at right now?
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this thread is about to be very nsfw lollll
Oh, very
rip any unsuspecting readers they've been so vanilla all this time
Lol, last warning
fffff
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RIP neighbors
fuck them neighbors
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