Looking for a Blitzø for an Insanejournal GPSL set in the world of Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss! Would love to write a scene or two before we commit to make sure our styles click. I can provide a journal code if we decide it's a match, and I'd be more than happy to help find a name (they're a little scarce) and give you a rename token if needed. I'm just dying to see these two idiots fumble their way to a happy ending and I need someone to help me get them there. Writing sample/scene starter below! (I've never done Tumblr rp before sorry if I'm doing stuff wrong.)
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It wasn't the first time that Stolas had checked his phone in the last hour. It wasn't even the tenth, or the twentieth. He has lost track, really, of how often he'd been looking for a text that hadn't come. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Oh dear Lucifer, please don't let it be not ever.
Maybe Blitzø just... didn't know what to say, he'd thought. Maybe Stolas had pushed too far, or... not pushed far enough? If he could just see him, he'd thought. If they could just see one another face-to-face. They always communicated better in person. At least, he'd thought that they had. Maybe Stolas had been wrong about that too.
His last text sat there unanswered, right under the invitation to visit him at the hospital. A date. A time. A place (Stolas's place, it was always his place). A carefully worded request for Blitzø to join him for a glass of wine. Of course, the time was a quarter of an hour ago. It was fine, he reassured himself. Perhaps Blitzø was simply busy. He'd gotten held up. Surely that was all it was.
Stolas sighed heavily and poured another glass of red wine. He was going to need another bottle...