WTF - Part 1
“What. The. FUUUUUUUUUCK?!”
Blitzø threw his head back and screamed.
Blitzø stood at the bottom of those stupid steps looking up at Stolas’s fancy fucking palace.
Full circle. They’d come full fucking circle.
Except this time Stolas had taken the grimoire back and stolen something from Blitzø instead.
Blitzø grit his teeth and tried to breathe through his nose to calm his breathing. He clenched a fist in his shirt at his chest, nearly tearing a hole.
Calm the fuck down… You can’t go back in there guns blazing… Not if you want - The fuck DO I want?…
He counted to ten.
That’s all his body would let him wait before his legs were carrying him stomping up the steps, whether he was ready or not.
“STOLAS!” Blitzø stormed in through the front door and screamed for Stolas from the empty main foyer. “STOLAS! Get your feathered ass DOWN HERE and FACE ME!”
Stolas appeared at the railing at the top of the stairs that ascended from the foyer to the second floor. He stood stoic, frozen, clutching the railing as if it were a lifeline.
“I don’t want you here, Blitzø.” Stolas sniffled.
Blitzø could see he was still crying. He felt his guts twist and his rigid stance started to deflate. He’d come ready for a fight, for words to be had… But he hated to see Stolas cry.
“Look… I’m sorry.” He took a step forward, reaching out a hand up toward Stolas. He was trying to approach him as if he were a frightened animal. He was so petrified to scare him away. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I said goodbye.” Stolas turned to walk away. “And I meant it.” He raised a hand. And Blitzø just knew he was about to be swatted away again like a fucking fly.
Oh no you don’t, BITCH!
“Don’t. You. Fucking. DARE, STOLAS!” Blitzø screamed.
Stolas froze in his tracks. His hand fell to his side; chin to his chest.
“This isn’t how fucking arguments work!” Blitzø yelled. He took a few tentative steps forward. Stolas didn’t move.
Satan fucking dammit!
“You’re supposed to fucking fight BACK!” Blitzø stamped his foot. Stolas was like a statue.
At least look at me… FUCK!
Blitzø clenched his teeth and growled.
“You don’t get to just drop a bomb on me, get angry at how I react in the moment, when you don’t GIVE ME A FUCKING MOMENT TO THINK!” Blitzø stood at the bottom of the stairs now, glaring up at Stolas, who still hadn’t moved, nor looked at him.
“And THEN! Just DECIDE that you KNOW how I feel - when I haven’t had a fucking chance to think about how I feel.” He took a few steps up. Stolas had flinched at that and now hugged himself. But he still stood in place.
“And THEEEEEEEN fucking THROW ME OUT without letting me fucking SAY anything!” Blitzø was almost at the top of the stairs. Stolas hunched into himself. Blitzø couldn’t see his face anymore.
Not being able to see his face made his stomach drop. He felt his anger dissipating. He needed to see his face.
“Especially…” Blitzø stepped onto the second floor and took a few steps until he was within arms reach of Stolas. “Without giving me a proper chance to apologize.”
Stolas jolted upright, startling Blitzø. Still clutching his arms, hugging himself tightly, Stolas turned his head slightly to peek at him over his shoulder.
Tears were streaming down his face from all four eyes.
Blitzø fought back his own tears and reached out a shaking hand.
Stolas flinched and turned away from him.
Blitzø pulled his hand back as if he’d been stung. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs.
“Why are you here, Blitz?” Stolas’s voice cracked. “You made it clear how you feel.”
Blitzø bristled.
“For FUCK SAKES, Stolas!” He stamped his foot indignantly, clenching his fists at his sides. “How the FUCK could it be fucking CLEAR how I feel, if I haven’t even had a fucking chance to FEEL my fucking FEELINGS YET?!”
Now that made Stolas turn and look at Blitzø; eyes wide with surprise and pain.
“You fucking FINALLY look at me properly.” Blitzø sniped. He instantly regretted it and curled into himself.
Blitzø could see Stolas’s rage begin to rise off of him like a wave of heat.
Alright. Here we go.
Blitzø squared up. He was ready for this fight.
Stolas clenched his fists at his sides and bent in half at the waist, so his face was right in Blitzø’s. His eyes glowing a burning red. Blitzø was totally not thinking about how close their faces were. How close Stolas’s mouth was. Totally not thinking about how much he wanted to kiss that mouth. Yup. Definitely not.
Blitzø swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I’ve wanted you to look my way for SO long, Blitzø.” He sneered angrily. “I’ve tried SO hard to give you space, the freedom to choose to see me or not these last few months. Always hoping you’d - just ONCE - choose to spend time with me because YOU wanted to.”
“But you NEVER did.” Stolas’s bottom lip quivered. He stood up and turned his face away. He began to cry again.
Blitzø’s stomach was in knots. All he wanted to do was reach out and touch Stolas. But he felt so far away. So out of reach.
But also… FUCK HIM!
“How the fuck was I supposed to know you wanted me around, Stolas?!” Blitzø snapped back. He dug out his phone from his pocket and swiped through their text history.
“I mean, look at this shit, Stolas!” Blitzø shoved the screen up toward his face. Stolas turned his head slightly to look back at Blitzø, then down at his phone screen.
“You ask me if I’m coming by, I say yes, but then you get all-” Blitzø started to imitate Stolas’s voice and waving his other hand in the air, “ ‘Oh if you don’t feel like it I’m suuuuuure I can do without it for one month’ ”
Stolas turned to face Blitzø completely and glared at him disapprovingly.
“Then a fucking smiley face?!” Blitzø looked up at Stolas. “So like. What the fuck am I supposed to think? Do you want me there or not, bitch?!”
Stolas flinched back. His eyes were wide with shock. He reached out hesitantly.
“Of COURSE I wanted you-”
“You shrugged me off for months, Stolas!” Blitzø cut him off.
Stolas jerked his hand back, clutching it to his chest. His eyes swam with tears.
“You made more and more excuses for why I ‘don’t have to’ come by.” Blitzø could feel a lump forming in his throat.
Fuck. Not now.
He cleared his throat and averted his gaze.
“So I don’t know what you fucking wanted from me, Stolas. You gave me nothing but mixed signals.”
Blitzø just let the words hang in the air. They stood in silence. He felt drained. Feelings were so fucking hard.
“Blitz…” Stolas said quietly; his voice shook. “I never meant to confuse you.”
Blitzø peeked up at Stolas. He was worrying his hands at his chest, looking at the floor.
“I wanted you to choose me.” He mumbled, not looking up from the floor. “Not because of the deal. But because you wanted to.”
Blitzø heaved a heavy sigh.
“Fuck, Stolas.” He palmed his face.
Stolas looked at Blitzø. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes closed. His other hand was on his hip, jutted out to one side. Stolas definitely didn’t think it was sexy. Nope. Not at all.
“Why didn’t you just fucking say something?” Blitzø rubbed his temples, his eyes still closed. “You don’t have to fucking TEST me, Stolas. Make me jump through hoops and shit…”
“I wasn’t!-” Stolas cut himself off before he yelled at Blitzø. He took a deep calming breath. He hadn’t tested him. He hadn’t!… Had he?
Blitzø looked up at him expectantly; lips pursed, eyebrows raised.
Shit… I did…
“I didn’t realize I was testing you, Blitz.” Stolas hugged himself and averted his gaze. “I didn’t mean to.”
He peeked at Blitzø. “I hope you believe that…”
“Fuck…” Blitzø threw his head back and groaned at the ceiling. “I don’t know WHAT to believe, Stolas.”
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