((Ooc: been thinking hard on this. And decided to give a third person POV one-shot for this answer. Hope you like it @thebigbuttlover <3
*Blitz paces around his apartment. His phone lying face up on the couch with the ask shining bright on the screen. He occasionally stops to take a glance, reaching for it, backing away, then resuming his pacing in under the same second. Loona’s gone off to another party, leaving the imp alone with his thoughts once again. And for the last couple of hours, he’s been unable to even think of a response. He drags his claws over his face as his tail whips aggressively behind him. He wants to brush it off, really he does, but he can’t because of one simple fact*
*It was all true*
*Blitz didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to admit that he knew what he got himself into and chose to ignore it while under the control of the script. To let it go for so long that he became attached. He chose this, didn’t he? He chose to bang that bird, steal the book, and agree to let his body be used every month in order to keep it. He had to earn it somehow. He just couldn’t afford to lose everything he worked for just because he said No. The pain just HAS to be worth it, right?*
*Yet, now that he’s free for who knows how long, he doesn’t know what to do with said freedom. Only focusing on drinks, sex, money, bloodshed, and the memories he wishes to forgot. A bitter sweetness sticking to his tongue. He feels like even more of a mess than before Stolas came in.*
*He feels…empty.*
*He won’t accept it, the imp thinks to himself. So he takes the phone, types in colorful language, hits send, then smashes it against the wall with a loud yell. Alongside destroying other breakable furniture he can afford to replace. The aggression offered a tiny bit of relief, but not enough to stop the shaky sobs or the tears from flowing down his scarred cheeks. He collapses to his knees and hugs his arms tightly. His tail wrapping around his body for comfort as he sits there silently sobbing amidst the chaos he created.*
*And, all throughout the night, he thinks*














