[Excuse you, his bird neck isn't creepy, thank you very much. Still that owl laughed at the comment, settling in at the table. Turning his attention to the bag, Stolas gave his head a little thoughtful tilt.]
Oh I see.... I think I have had something similar. I have had deliveries to the palace from restaurants from the other Rings. [When his staff wasn't cooking for him, that is. Or his depression strikes and he cereal.] I am interested in trying out this 'takeout' to see how it compares.
[The smile on his beak widens a bit as he nods. He touched grass, praise him.]
I did. It was nice to sit down and read like I used to. There is also someone interested in making a book club, I saw. I expressed my interest in joining them. Not sure when the first meeting will be...
[It's SO creepy to someone without all the extra vertebrae in his neck!! His tail winds into a social little loop, mirroring the motion and tilting his head along with Stolas.]
Yeah! That's takeout, totally. Fancy royal bullshit takeout, but y'gotta start somewhere. [He puts the bag on the coffee table and tears it clean down one side, then proceeding to lay out the little wax-lined paper cartons and do similar with them, opening them and splaying their lids and jamming a pair of chopsticks in each.] Greasy smorgasbord of the finest in MSG! Or, I hope-- I've not tried Eltrut Chinese yet.
[He smiles warmly as Stolas regales his day, circling around the couch and fixing up the blankets on it, patting them.] Sit, I'm gonna wash m'hands.
[As he wanders off to do so, he calls from the kitchen.] Book club, eh? That just like... meeting up with a group of people and chilling together reading?
[Stolas watched him fuss over the couch from his spot at the 'dinning room' table, just happily listening to him talk more about takeout. It was probably nothing like what he was used to but... he would try. What we're his other options? Plus, the imp always seemed so happy to provide for him. Maybe he should-
The thought was cut off as Blitzø beckoned him over to sit down and he stood up to go over to sit back down on their shared couch. He examined the small white containers as he called back over his shoulder.]
Yes, it's something like that. Usually we pick a book to read together and we discuss it. I say usually as of I've ever done it before... You're more than welcome to join me, if you want.
[Blitzø is a Giver, in all senses of the word. He likes to look after people, he likes to cook, he's honestly so domestic it's stupid. But he's shy about it, most of the time, and only his closest and dearest see this side of him.]
[Hands washed, he dries them off on a towel in the kitchen, humming as he comes back out into the living-dining-whatever area. He hoists himself up onto the back of the couch and then vaults himself over it, dropping onto his ass on the cushions beside Stolas.] I could, if you want? But I don't do a whole lot of reading, and I'd probably get bored and annoying real quick.
[He swats a hand through the air to discard Stolas' probable concern that his interests were boring to Blitzø-- reading was usually boring, to him, but he didn't mind that Stolas liked it in the least. And anyway--] You should have shit you do without me hangin' around, too.
[He rubs his hands together like a fucking fly and points, either with a hand or his tail, naming off each of the cartons' contents. It's a pretty broad spectrum, and he made sure to get a few things without eggs.] Humans eat this shit up, it's apparently an American take on Chinese that is not even remotely authentic. Good as shit, though.
[No... no... Blitzø was right. It would be good for him to have his own thing. God, was he coming off too clingy? Blitzø was the only familiar thing in this place. Maybe he was latching on a bit strong... Down casting his eyes, he gave a small hoot with a nod.]
Of course, you're right.
[He mutters, turning his sight back on the food. He tried listening to Blitzø as he explained what was out before them. None of it sounded familiar, but he did his best to look like he was following. When he was finished, he gave another understanding nod.]
Here's to trying new things.
[His long talons fiddle with the pair of sticks that came with the meal. How were you meant to-? Eventually he gave up and stabbed and twisted at the box of noodles to get a mouthful. Oh... Oh. He could taste the greasy comfort on his tongue. It was different from anything he had at the palace, that's for sure... It wasn't... bad.]
I can see why humans like it. It's very...[Whats the word? His hand gestures in the air trying to find it.] ... cozy?
[Blitzø didn't mind the clinginess-- it sort of made sense, given the unfamiliarity of Eltrut. He was so used to being on his own and responsible for himself, and had been here for months to boot, it hadn't even occurred to him that maybe Stolas would... appreciate some guidance. He didn't really consider himself much of a guiding type.]
[He tilts his head, looking Stolas over and trying to read the meaning clearly hidden under that forlorn little hoot.]
[But then he's moving on to the food, which seems positive, so Blitzø is quick to hand him whichever he seems most interested in and then claim one of his own, getting a hearty chuckle out of Stolas fighting with chopsticks. He holds his own pair of disposable wooden ones, showing him how to place them against his fingers and then grabbing his own mouthful of chow mein. He grins, licking his lips and swallowing before talking. What manners.] Yeah? Cozy's a good word for it. If the grease is too much don't overeat, I've got some salad shit in the fridge. Don't want you making yourself sick for the bit.
[Observing how the imp held the two little sticks, he tries to imitate, with limited success. They were still a bit tricky to hold with his long delicate talons. At least, he made a valid attempt as he tried again to pluck the slippery noodles from their container.]
Oh no, no! [Stolas shook his head, trying not to look ungrateful for the food.] Its just a new experience for me. I have been trying my best to adapt to my new living situation. Sleeping in clothes still feels a bit suffocating.
Might be easier to just kinda shovel, [He offers, showing Stolas how to just kind of move noodles with the chopsticks directly into his mouth.] Or there's probably a fork in one of the bags.
[He sticks his tongue out as he scoots toward them and looks, shrugging both his shoulders.] So sleep naked? It's your place.
[No, god dammit, he was going to master these devil sticks if it was the last thing he does. He was a man of culture. A man of... oh fuck it. Stolas lifted the little white container to his beak to mimic Blitzø's demonstration. Just when he had a mouth full of noodles, the imp dropped that on him.
Choking on lo mein, it took a moment for the owl to collect himself. Heat flooded the goetia's face as his eyes blinked slowly, questioning. ]
[Fuck around and find out with your devil sticks, Stols.]
[When he starts choking, Blitzø pivots and crawls up onto the couch with a cup of water that was either there or he fucking teleported to the kitchen and back (he may have, the crystal does work in Eltrut), pressing it into one of his hands when he can breathe again.]
[As such, he's perched on his knees practically in the owl's lap when he questions the notion of his stance on sleeping naked. Blitzø doesn't seem to understand why this is an issue to discuss, tilting his head.] I mean, sure? It's not like it's anything I haven't seen, birdie-- and it's your place. I sleep out here most nights anyway, and you're covered in feathers. If Mo comes by I'll put socks on the windows when you're naked.
[He's only processing like. Half of why this is a discussion.]
[Taking the offered water, Stolas gave Blitzø a little head bowed in thanks. After a few sips, he felt like he could breath again. That was until it dawned on him how close the imp had gotten during their little exchange. Renewed embarrassment flushed him, fidgeting flushed in his spot.
Was he the only one over thinking this? Probably, yes. It's just that.... after all the dates they’ve been on and how... well they have been getting along its brought... feeling back up to the Surface. And long with it, desires that he was trying his best to keep under wraps. If Blitzø walked around naked, he knew it would tear through his paper thin control.
Pressing his thighs firmly together, Stolas raised a hand to smooth the feathers on his head, burning holes into his knees.]
That is true. We do know eachother quite thoroughly. [He snorts a small hoot.] Its just been, uh, well... awhile since we... [The words trailed off as he gestures vaguely between them.] Will you be able to handle seeing me like that after all that time?
[He honks a soft bark of laughter at the notion of how thoroughly they know each other, and belatedly the line of questioning starts to make sense. He sits back on his haunches, mouthing an elongated "oh" as Stolas' questions spell it out. He shifts, sticking his legs straight out on the couch cushions and hunching forward so his horns don't tear up the back of it.]
Glad to see you've got some confidence about yourself, now, [He starts off with, reaching over and patting Stolas on the knee.] But... yeah, I mean. Shit we've done in the past is just that, Stols-- the past. You're hot, don't misunderstand me for not being interested! I mean, it's-- [He frowns, rubbing at the back of his neck, and turns to look sidelong up at the owl.] Should I. Not? Handle? Or I guess, handle. Do you want handling?
[It might have been the line of questioning that got his mind in a haze, but the imp's touch suddenly felt electric. A visible shiver tingled on the bird's spine at the innocent brushing at his knee. Desperately Stolas eyed the glass of water that rested on the table feeling his mouth turning dry at Blitzø's inquiry. Oh god, yes. He wanted to be handled so bad, but their past made him hesitate.
Before his mind could settle on a proper response, his beak was already making his choice for him.]
I could used a little handling.
[His upper body twisted to face him, leaning every so slightly in his direction. Testing. Enough to play it off as a joke at the first hint of rejection.]
[The tremor up Stolas' spine is far from lost on Blitzø, and he tracks his line of sight to the glass of water on the table. He's still processing, chewing the idea over, working out if he needs to argue it further when Stolas takes the guesswork right out of his head, and the imp is going slack where he sits, looking back up at the goetia with wide eyes.]
[Could use a little handling.]
[He licks his lips, shifting, and crawls directly back into Stolas' lap before he can think better of it.] Good thing I'm a bit of an owl handler then, yeah?
[A hum caught in his throat feeling the imp’s claws in his lap. What was left of his rational thought flew the coop. There would be time later to ponder over his life choices. Fuck, its been far too long since he’s seen that look in the hellborn’s eyes. It still reduced his knees to jello. He had an itch that needed to be scratched.
Hiis waist followed the rest of his body, pulling his thighs onto the couch as he placed his hands on his shoulders. Emboldened by Blitzø’s positive response, Stolas leans in, bringing their faces tauntingly close.]
Do you think you remember how?
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[He spares a passing thought for the food, setting his butt directly on Stolas' knees and frowning over his shoulder, so when he turns back the bird's face is so close he nearly has to go cross-eyed to look at him.]
[He struggles, briefly, with what to do with his hands.]
If I've forgotten, you'll remind me like a good bird, won't you? [There's a markedly different level of insecurity in his tone, but the way his tail curls behind him is still identical to the Full Moons of days past.]
[The owl’s eyes soften staring back at those yellow eyes. The gentle tone in Blitzø’s voice was not lost on him. Reaching up, Stolas cupped a cheek with a kind hand. For a moment, he sat there in silence, swiping a talon over the apple of his cheek.]
Of course, Darling.
[Asking permission with his eyes one last time before he closes the space between them, sharing their first kiss since his daring rescue on Sinsmas.]
[His tail loops up, then out, and finally shifts to wind itself around Stolas' ankle, humming as the owl once again initiates a liplock. He's still, at first, letting the bird take the lead, but then it occurs to him that Stolas specifically asked to be handled.]
[So he finally decides what to do with his hands, letting them set at the narrowest point of the goetia's waist and slide upward, his claws tapping out a wordless, anxious little beat against his feathers as he goes.]
[The softest sound escapes the owl as a pair of hands find their way to his waist, sighing into their connection. The touch was tentative, unsure, as if the imp was afraid to break him. It was nothing how he was used to during their past nights of moonlit passion. There was no urgency, no hungry need… It was warm and tender, still brimming with unspoken emotions. He wanted his hands all over him.
Stolas’s hand found its way to the fine spines on the back of the imp’s have, lacing his talons between them, as he deepens their kiss. A long tongue explored the corners of his mouth, holding him there.]
[The sound Blitzø answers with is much more inelegant, a funny sort of grunt at Stolas' talons slotting themselves between the spines on the back of his head. The ones on his back and tail were always far more sensitive, but the gesture isn't lost on the imp in the least. The spines on his back curve upward in response, almost shaking like the rattle of a snake's tail but making no sound, and he jolts slightly at the introduction of Stolas' tongue.]
[He draws back only to breathe for a moment, immediately sticking his own tongue out and licking to the corners of his mouth and across his upper and then lower lip, the gesture bordering on shy if it were so fucking coquettish. He rumbles a laugh, biting his lower lip and grinning so hard his eyes crease, leaning up and forward to peck his lips back to the bird's beak.] Hmmkay, not to be Betty Buzzkill, this is great, but-- have a question.
[Stolas chases after Blitzø’s lips as he pulls away, already feeling cold from their absence. The geotia was like a thirsty man in a desert, and the imp's lips were like the first drizzle of water to wet his parched tongue. He wanted more. The little taste wasn't enough to put out the fire smoldering in his stomach.
But then those soft lips come back, for a quick peck, making the owl coo. Really? Now a question? Riding the high, a deep chuckle hummed in his throat as he nuzzled the crooked of the imp's neck, peppering the line of his jaw in kisses.]
[It's-- overwhelming. Stolas had always been loud and thirsty, always hunting him for sport, it seemed, and while the thrill was absolutely there, Blitzø had far more at stake if he let himself fall into a comfortable rhythm again. He craned his neck sideways to let the owl get at his skin, laughing low in his throat about it, about his impatience.]
What..., [His hands slide out from under the goetia's shirt, finding and framing his face to look at him, eyes wide and startlingly honest.] What are we, Stols? This-- [His hands move, and he gestures between them, the motion quite a bit like the one Stolas had used to gesture between them when presenting Blitzø with the crystal.] ...we talked, kind of, but I'm just shit enough at this that I. [Need reassurance.] I wanna make sure.
[The tone in Blitzø’s voice was enough to take the wind out of his sails. Oh fuck, did he do something wrong? Was all this too soon? Did he misread things again? They were dating, right? Wasn't this what people do when they date? Was this not okay?
A million questions buzzed in his mind as he readjusted himself to sit up, studying the imp's body language as his own hands fell away.]
I'm... I'm sorry. I thought-.... I got carried away. [Stolas starts, his eyes looking guilty staring into his open palms.] We’re dating, aren't we? I've never dated anyone before so my understanding might be incomplete. Isn't the next logical step is for us to be.... boy... friends?
[Fuck, there, he said it. The label he was worried to call them in fear of what Blitzø might say.]
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Excuse you, his bird neck isn't creepy, thank you very much.Still that owl laughed at the comment, settling in at the table. Turning his attention to the bag, Stolas gave his head a little thoughtful tilt.]Oh I see.... I think I have had something similar. I have had deliveries to the palace from restaurants from the other Rings. [When his staff wasn't cooking for him, that is. Or his depression strikes and he cereal.] I am interested in trying out this 'takeout' to see how it compares.
[The smile on his beak widens a bit as he nods.
He touched grass, praise him.]I did. It was nice to sit down and read like I used to. There is also someone interested in making a book club, I saw. I expressed my interest in joining them. Not sure when the first meeting will be...
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It's SO creepy to someone without all the extra vertebrae in his neck!!His tail winds into a social little loop, mirroring the motion and tilting his head along with Stolas.]Yeah! That's takeout, totally. Fancy royal bullshit takeout, but y'gotta start somewhere. [He puts the bag on the coffee table and tears it clean down one side, then proceeding to lay out the little wax-lined paper cartons and do similar with them, opening them and splaying their lids and jamming a pair of chopsticks in each.] Greasy smorgasbord of the finest in MSG! Or, I hope-- I've not tried Eltrut Chinese yet.
[He smiles warmly as Stolas regales his day, circling around the couch and fixing up the blankets on it, patting them.] Sit, I'm gonna wash m'hands.
[As he wanders off to do so, he calls from the kitchen.] Book club, eh? That just like... meeting up with a group of people and chilling together reading?
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The thought was cut off as Blitzø beckoned him over to sit down and he stood up to go over to sit back down on their shared couch. He examined the small white containers as he called back over his shoulder.]
Yes, it's something like that. Usually we pick a book to read together and we discuss it. I say usually as of I've ever done it before... You're more than welcome to join me, if you want.
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[Hands washed, he dries them off on a towel in the kitchen, humming as he comes back out into the living-dining-whatever area. He hoists himself up onto the back of the couch and then vaults himself over it, dropping onto his ass on the cushions beside Stolas.] I could, if you want? But I don't do a whole lot of reading, and I'd probably get bored and annoying real quick.
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No, you're probably right. I was just expending the offer if you wanted to tag along. It might be boring for you...
[Clearing his throat, he readjusted his posture, eyes focusing on the tubs of food in front of them.]
Sooo... tell me what you brought?
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[He rubs his hands together like a fucking fly and points, either with a hand or his tail, naming off each of the cartons' contents. It's a pretty broad spectrum, and he made sure to get a few things without eggs.] Humans eat this shit up, it's apparently an American take on Chinese that is not even remotely authentic. Good as shit, though.
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Of course, you're right.
[He mutters, turning his sight back on the food. He tried listening to Blitzø as he explained what was out before them. None of it sounded familiar, but he did his best to look like he was following. When he was finished, he gave another understanding nod.]
Here's to trying new things.
[His long talons fiddle with the pair of sticks that came with the meal. How were you meant to-? Eventually he gave up and stabbed and twisted at the box of noodles to get a mouthful. Oh... Oh. He could taste the greasy comfort on his tongue. It was different from anything he had at the palace, that's for sure... It wasn't... bad.]
I can see why humans like it. It's very...[Whats the word? His hand gestures in the air trying to find it.] ... cozy?
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[He tilts his head, looking Stolas over and trying to read the meaning clearly hidden under that forlorn little hoot.]
[But then he's moving on to the food, which seems positive, so Blitzø is quick to hand him whichever he seems most interested in and then claim one of his own, getting a hearty chuckle out of Stolas fighting with chopsticks. He holds his own pair of disposable wooden ones, showing him how to place them against his fingers and then grabbing his own mouthful of chow mein. He grins, licking his lips and swallowing before talking. What manners.] Yeah? Cozy's a good word for it. If the grease is too much don't overeat, I've got some salad shit in the fridge. Don't want you making yourself sick for the bit.
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Oh no, no! [Stolas shook his head, trying not to look ungrateful for the food.] Its just a new experience for me. I have been trying my best to adapt to my new living situation. Sleeping in clothes still feels a bit suffocating.
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[He sticks his tongue out as he scoots toward them and looks, shrugging both his shoulders.] So sleep naked? It's your place.
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Choking on lo mein, it took a moment for the owl to collect himself. Heat flooded the goetia's face as his eyes blinked slowly, questioning. ]
What? No-I.... Would you be okay with that?
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[When he starts choking, Blitzø pivots and crawls up onto the couch with a cup of water that was either there or he fucking teleported to the kitchen and back (he may have, the crystal does work in Eltrut), pressing it into one of his hands when he can breathe again.]
[As such, he's perched on his knees practically in the owl's lap when he questions the notion of his stance on sleeping naked. Blitzø doesn't seem to understand why this is an issue to discuss, tilting his head.] I mean, sure? It's not like it's anything I haven't seen, birdie-- and it's your place. I sleep out here most nights anyway, and you're covered in feathers. If Mo comes by I'll put socks on the windows when you're naked.
[He's only processing like. Half of why this is a discussion.]
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Was he the only one over thinking this? Probably, yes. It's just that.... after all the dates they’ve been on and how... well they have been getting along its brought... feeling back up to the Surface. And long with it, desires that he was trying his best to keep under wraps. If Blitzø walked around naked, he knew it would tear through his paper thin control.
Pressing his thighs firmly together, Stolas raised a hand to smooth the feathers on his head, burning holes into his knees.]
That is true. We do know eachother quite thoroughly. [He snorts a small hoot.] Its just been, uh, well... awhile since we... [The words trailed off as he gestures vaguely between them.] Will you be able to handle seeing me like that after all that time?
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Glad to see you've got some confidence about yourself, now, [He starts off with, reaching over and patting Stolas on the knee.] But... yeah, I mean. Shit we've done in the past is just that, Stols-- the past. You're hot, don't misunderstand me for not being interested! I mean, it's-- [He frowns, rubbing at the back of his neck, and turns to look sidelong up at the owl.] Should I. Not? Handle? Or I guess, handle. Do you want handling?
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Before his mind could settle on a proper response, his beak was already making his choice for him.]
I could used a little handling.
[His upper body twisted to face him, leaning every so slightly in his direction. Testing. Enough to play it off as a joke at the first hint of rejection.]
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[Could use a little handling.]
[He licks his lips, shifting, and crawls directly back into Stolas' lap before he can think better of it.] Good thing I'm a bit of an owl handler then, yeah?
Oh, very
Hiis waist followed the rest of his body, pulling his thighs onto the couch as he placed his hands on his shoulders. Emboldened by Blitzø’s positive response, Stolas leans in, bringing their faces tauntingly close.]
Do you think you remember how?
rip any unsuspecting readers they've been so vanilla all this time
[He struggles, briefly, with what to do with his hands.]
If I've forgotten, you'll remind me like a good bird, won't you? [There's a markedly different level of insecurity in his tone, but the way his tail curls behind him is still identical to the Full Moons of days past.]
Lol, last warning
Of course, Darling.
[Asking permission with his eyes one last time before he closes the space between them, sharing their first kiss since his daring rescue on Sinsmas.]
fffff
[So he finally decides what to do with his hands, letting them set at the narrowest point of the goetia's waist and slide upward, his claws tapping out a wordless, anxious little beat against his feathers as he goes.]
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Stolas’s hand found its way to the fine spines on the back of the imp’s have, lacing his talons between them, as he deepens their kiss. A long tongue explored the corners of his mouth, holding him there.]
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[He draws back only to breathe for a moment, immediately sticking his own tongue out and licking to the corners of his mouth and across his upper and then lower lip, the gesture bordering on shy if it were so fucking coquettish. He rumbles a laugh, biting his lower lip and grinning so hard his eyes crease, leaning up and forward to peck his lips back to the bird's beak.] Hmmkay, not to be Betty Buzzkill, this is great, but-- have a question.
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But then those soft lips come back, for a quick peck, making the owl coo. Really? Now a question? Riding the high, a deep chuckle hummed in his throat as he nuzzled the crooked of the imp's neck, peppering the line of his jaw in kisses.]
A question? Now? What is it Darling?
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What..., [His hands slide out from under the goetia's shirt, finding and framing his face to look at him, eyes wide and startlingly honest.] What are we, Stols? This-- [His hands move, and he gestures between them, the motion quite a bit like the one Stolas had used to gesture between them when presenting Blitzø with the crystal.] ...we talked, kind of, but I'm just shit enough at this that I. [Need reassurance.] I wanna make sure.
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A million questions buzzed in his mind as he readjusted himself to sit up, studying the imp's body language as his own hands fell away.]
I'm... I'm sorry. I thought-.... I got carried away. [Stolas starts, his eyes looking guilty staring into his open palms.] We’re dating, aren't we? I've never dated anyone before so my understanding might be incomplete. Isn't the next logical step is for us to be.... boy... friends?
[Fuck, there, he said it. The label he was worried to call them in fear of what Blitzø might say.]
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