#bliitzo

[botanikos]

☪ -- @bliitzo liked this for a starter.

Surely it was a dream - a very cruel and intoxicating dream. Perhaps his meal earlier had been laced with a hallucinogenic? The only problem was his lack of inebriation. He was positively overwhelmed with joy, and perhaps a shiver of trepidation. What if Blitzo didn't remember him, what if he didn't want to see him?

❝ Do my eyes deceive me? Am I dreaming? ❞

[empyrean-clairvoyance]

@bliitzo liked for a starter!

"Not divorced" anniversary party...

Stolas had thought that the party would be absolutely exasperating when he learned about it this morning from the newspaper while Stella lazily invited him and surprise surprise it was just as infuriating as he thought it would be.

After listening to his wife talk about their 'sex life' with some of their guests, as if they've laid hands on each other since they were successful with Via 17 years ago, He looks down at Marie when she walks by with hors d'oeuvres. "Do you have something stronger than this? Please bring me all of it."

[sinnerxroulette]

“How the hell did you get my number?!” @bliitzo for Stolas (after their first hookup)

"Pft. You gave it to me? Honestly Blitzy, you're so funny."

The lovesick bird giggles lightly

@bliitzo

[botanikos]

“So wanna make a baby with me?” Bliitzo

Nights may be the prince's preferred time, but mornings weren't so terrible either. He rather liked this particular one as he stood before the stove, humming the tune of one of his favorite songs while cooking up breakfast. Upon the table sat a spread of fruits, pastries, cheeses, meats, and French toast. He was rounding things out with sweet crêpes. The imp usually in charge of cooking stood nearby, cloth over arm looking a little out of place. It wasn't the first time their task was overtaken, but he appeared vexed and a little downtrodden by it. Instead, he periodically moves to refill a water or glass of juice.

❝ Good morning, Blitzy~! Hungry? I am finishing up now, but there is plenty available already. I will join you at the table shortly. The girls already took their food and decided to eat together, I am afraid we do not get the privilege of their company this morning. ❞

Stolas brings a cup of tea to his mouth, savoring the aroma before taking an indulgent sip. Feathers ruffle briefly, every bone in his body soothed with honey and bergamot. The beverage barely makes it in before the query finds him and is promptly spat out. He chokes on it, taken aback by the weight of the words.

❝ O - oh! I. . . . What? Did you — ❞ A shrill sound escapes as smoke rises and Stolas swiftly removes the pan and turns off the heat. Nervous laughter bubbles out of him, hands shaking before he decides to set down the pan and hide them behind his back.

❝ Do I. . . . Do I want to what now? Is that something — do you want to have a child. . . . with me? ❞ Stolas wasn't against the idea, it merely caught him off-guard. He could feel his heart beating a frantic rhythm in his chest, hammering away as though it might take flight. A part of him worries, wondering if he was capable of such a feat. Via already went through so much, was he fit to parent another, to take such steps all over again? Perhaps it would be different with the one he loved. . . . Maybe it was possible, but the prospect of f a i l u r e gnaws at his bones and twists his stomach.

❝ I need you to be absolutely certain this is. . . something you want with me. . . And I, well, I think Loona and Via should have a say in it as well. . . Or at least, ought to be aware it is within consideration. ❞

[botanikos]

😁💻

😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc?

Making new friends and, of course, writing! I've met some really incredible people, and I just think that's the neatest part!

💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them!

I've known @bigdicblitzo & @thepalesiren so long, they'd probably hunt me down if I don't mention them! I've made a lot of new friends, to be honest. I'm too shy/nervous to tag them and find out the feeling might be unrequited, haha! But to name a few I feel I might be safe mentioning. . . . @gynaiko @bliitzo @lustsang @poisonedspider @blitzisms @doublejango @holyfurnace @chasingrainbcws @redemonarc @aroyaltailor @rradiio @stolsas OKAY THAT'S SO MANY and that's where my semi-confidence ends. ajsdkflg; There are people I still talk to/interact with but I don't wanna cross a line and say we might be friends ;v; BUT I HAVE A LOT OF PEOPLE I LOOK AT AND TALK TO AND SWOON OVER OKAY THANKS.

[botanikos]

@bliitzo ; in reference to ✩

Understanding he couldn't simply show up unannounced and expect Blitz to be available, Stolas sent a simple text about a week in advance.

Do you accept an invitation to dinner with me? 6:00PM / The reservation is taken care of.

His heart beat frantically in his chest as he stands outside I.M.P. with his hat in his hands. He rakes fingers through his feathered head before magicking the accessory away. It would only become something for him to toy with in his nervousness.

His thumb hovers over the conversation in his phone, debating on clicking Blitz's contact to ring him, to confirm he had actually agreed to their date or if something had changed. But he pockets the device instead and lets himself believe he still stood a chance.

[poisonedspider]

“Well moxxie’s sick. You wanna fill in for him? You get to shoot people.” from @bliitzo

Honestly, he had never considered the fact that people could call out sick from work. It wasn't like sinners couldn't get sick just like hellborn could, but the difference was that Valentino literally gave zero fucks. Work was work, a contract was a contract, and they would make it part of the shoot if it was so bad that functioning was a challenge. So it had taken him a moment to even process what was said to him.

"He's sick? Is he like...okay?" He didn't know how bad it could or couldn't get. The difference, really, was that hellborn individuals could possibly die from their sickness, as far as he was aware. Sinners couldn't. It only then occurred to him what was being asked of him. His immediate thought? Fuck yes. Give him an excuse to shoot some fuckers. But then -

"Wait. Don't most a' yeh' jobs take place....on Earth? Sinners, ah' mean...we ain't allowed t' leave th' Pride ring. Ain't too sure how much help ah' can be t' yeh' if ah' literally can't do nothin'."

[poisonedspider]

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor for @bliitzo

Angel's laughter was almost like a contagion, loud and bubbly, in a way that would turn heads. Not to look and see who was being obnoxious and couldn't keep it down, but to wonder what was bringing this individual such a source of joy. Add the fact that this was Angel Dust to the mix, and of course the other sinners in the club were naturally curious (as were some of the hellborn). Who was making Angel laugh in such a giddy manner, and why wasn't it them?

In all fairness, he was definitely a little intoxicated. It wasn't like it was exactly challenging for Hell's hottest celebrity to go out and get drinks bought for him. It was even less challenging when he was on a date. He knew that Blitz had insisted on buying him a few rounds, but Angel had told him to stop. Instead started making it so others bought them both drinks, as if either were remotely interested. He knew the imp struggled with finances - I.M.P. had flourished, but not to the degree it could have. He also knew the man didn't want to have that be an excuse not to party.

He's humming as he dances with the man nearly half his size, smirking when he feels his hands wandering to his ass in his tight leather miniskirt. Eyes flashing a bit menacingly, so contrastual to that laughter, a hand coming to Blitz' cheek and stroking it gently with his thumb. "Ah'd say yeh' gotta buy a guy a drink first if yeh' gonna pull that shit, but - " He's smirking, dropping his hand back to Blitz' shoulder. " - since yeh' bought me a few, think that gives yeh' full reign t' let those hands wander." His own way of giving Blitz permission to touch him.