#celestial-feather

[sweetviktory]

"Are you all right? You disappeared from the festival at the same time as my dear Blitzy, and he came back rather battered so I couldn't help but be concerned about your welfare." (celestial-feather)

Striker's eyes widened and he turned to the other, giving off a rattle of surprise. His tail hung between his legs as he smiled at the ridiculously tall Goetia. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Ah. Well. You see, there was a little bit of a scuffle. As it turns out, one of the farmhands had plans to kill ya off. Thankfully, we got there just in time. Had a funny feeling about them, you see."

Please buy it, please buy it.

He adjusted his hat, putting on a serious face.

[stcrxfire]

@celestial-feather​ continued from here

A small huff escapes her, a hand gently running through her feathered hair to get some of it out of her face before responding. “Surprised they didn’t try to bite a few of your feathers cause of them being grumpy.”

Eyes drift to the side briefly, a day spent with dear old dad? so long as it wasn’t embarrassing. The Owlet could have some fond memories of now. “....Suuuure. I don’t have any...real concrete plans...other than laying in bed and reading.”

[snxkehxps]

“Why do I need a catchphrase?” (celestial-feather)

@celestial-feather

“Sssssimple my good Sir. You ssssssee Catch-Phrases are what the young people call ‘Hip’ and to have the perfect catch-phrase, you sssssee, will make it easier to be cool! And I myself so sssso love to be cool..”

“It is rather ‘hella rad’ to sssssay the least!”

[bossblitzy]

continued from here || @celestial-feather​

Blitzo expected to feel outrage when he spotted Stolas wearing his shirt, but... that’s not what stirred in his chest. 

“I’ve seen worse”, he muttered. Actually you look adorable. He couldn’t tell Stolas that; the Prince of Hell had way too much power over him already. “Gotta be uncomfortable, here, lemme just-” He gave the neckline and sides a couple of decisive yanks, tearing it in strategic places that had to cut off the circulation, and gently smoothed out the feathers. “There.” It was really hard to meet the red eyes. 

[bossblitzy]

👀 "Will you marry me, Blitzy?" That is indeed Stolas. On one knee. With an open box containing a ruby ring in his hand. (celestial-feather)

"...what..." The initial warm thrill was swiftly replaced by panic. Was this a cruel joke at his expense? He didn't think so, but-

"Are you crazy?" He reached out, covering the small box with both hands. Trying not to think of the ring, and what it symbolized. And that Stolas had asked him to- "What about your wife?" he hissed, clinging to the cold hard facts. "You're already married, remember?" And if he wasn't? Would it tighten the golden chain around his neck -

or -

or -

Nobody had ever wanted to live with him, let alone marry him. For reasons he couldn't comprehend Stolas seemed to be immune to Blitzo's personality. But why marriage? He found himself thinking of Millie and Moxxie and their seemingly effortless union. What did marriage even mean to somebody like Stolas..?

@celestial-feather

[bossblitzy]

A little ❤ for @celestial-feather​ 

It was a dumb human holiday, Satan only knew how it had wormed itself into Hell. All the fucking sinners, probably. But here he was, holding a huge heart shaped box filled with honey-glazed rats. I mean, gotta be better than chocolate to him, right? 

Blitz wrote 'Happy Valentines Day or whatever' on the box and very carefully placed it on top of the nightstand beside the sleeping owl demon. 

Should he stay? Just creep back into bed so that they could wake up together? Nah, he’d end up saying the wrong thing as usual. Better skiddadle while he had still done something nice. Still, he was standing there for a full minute more, hesitating, his tail awkwardly flopping back and forth on the covers.

Then he shrugged on his coat as he tiptoed out on the balcony and climbed down.

[bossblitzy]

❤️ (celestial-feather)

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He didn’t know what compelled him to do it, and he wasn’t about to analyze it. When he reached up to pull Stolas’ face down with a gentle grip at the back of his neck, the red eyes widened - clearly not expecting to be kissed... 

Well, fuck. Maybe it was the good wine, maybe the full moon over the balcony, maybe the fact that they both had started to share details about their day at some point, and it lent their business transactions a note of intimacy that would have panicked him if he wasn’t tipsy, and both of them well-fucked and somehow wearing each other’s shirts... and it was nice, this moment, this kiss, slow, languid and pleasant, the kind that multiplied and blended into each other because it didn’t really want to end - and right then and there, Blitzo really didn’t mind.