'The Difficult Prince' Blitzø x Stolas.

"God, leave me alone!"

TW:SH, SUICIDE MENTIONS, BLOOD AND BLADE MENTIONINGS.

(Blitzø's pov)

"Stolas, for the last time, STOP FUCKING FLIRTING WITH ME ON SINSSTAGRAM ALL THE TIME! WE ARE FUCKING OVER. WHAT DO YOU NOT GET YOU FUCKING CREEP?" I screamed into my phone.

Nothing. Dead Silence. Except the soft crying of an Avian. Satan, I'd fucked up. I wanted to keep him as a friend, but god: that couldn't even fucking work. He'd constanly view my stupid fucking stories, and write silly side comments that honestly reeked of horniness. I tried to ignore it, but it had got way too annoying to not think about. I just want this snobbish prick out of my life.

"Stolas.. im so fucking sorr-."
He'd hung up.
Shit.

( Stolas' Pov )

Relaxing on my bed after a long marathon of Hell-a-Novela, I started scrolling on Sinsstagram. Mm.. Blitzy looks so cute in that hoodie! I'll just let him know how cute he loo-

My phone started to ring, I slowly looked up at the contact, and it was... Blitzy!?

"Yes Blit-"

Oh.
Tears streamed down my gentle face, he hated me.
I hung up. What was I supposed to do now? I was so foolish thinking he liked me, Satan, even after he said we were just friends and I had gaven him the Asmodean Crystals, my foolish self continued to flirt.
I was so fucking stupid.
I deserved to hurt.
I needed to hurt.

Walking slyly, I sneak past Octavia's room into the weaponry room. Before my eyes were dozens of angelic guns, knifes and even bows. I quickly slide a small pocketknife into my robe, and run into my room:
sitting on my bed, I take out the knife and slide it against my finger - Black ebony blood quickly ran down my hand. It was as sharp as a scapel, Perfect.
I winced as I put it on my wrist, but I couldn't help myself, I needed this release.
One cut wasnt enough. I needed another, and another, and another, and another. I had stopped when blood was practically pouring out my wrist like a tap.
Oh Lord. I was going to bleed out, and there was no healing - since it was an angelic knife.

Practically sprinting to the guest bathroom, I shoved my bleeding wrist under the shower, making the whole bath underneath fill up with transparent black liquid.
I put pressure on the wounds trying to hold back screaming in agony: All i could do is cry. What if i die? I had done this before, but i never went this deep. Fuck, im so foolish. Why did i even do this?

After about 20 minutes of putting atmost pressure on my wrist, it was bleeding just little enough to be bandaged up. I grabbed the medical kit in one of the drawers in the bathroom and held up the package that read, '7ft Long Flannel Bandages: Perfect for accidental cuts.'
But this definitely not accidental.
Crying through my pain, I wrapped the itchy things across my wrist, already regretting what i had done. This would most definitely scar, how would I hide this from Octavia? Do i tell her I got attacked in Imp City, or do I tell her that I was doing woodwork and accidently cut myself with a saw.... 9 times.. Ugh... Worse case senario is that she does it herself. Again. Fuck, when i went through her room and found her collection of pencil-sharpener blades, I was absolutley heartbroken. My little owlet had wanted to hurt herself. That fucking broke me. God, im so selfish. Why would i do this just because...ngh..Blitzø. Then someone walked in.

(Blitzø's Pov)

Shit,shit,shit,shit! Why the fuck did I say that!? Now hes probably gonna kill himself!! "FUUUUUUCKKKKK!"

"Bitch, why the fuck are you screaming at 2am? Im trying to get some sleep here." Loona grumbled, as she flipped me off.

"Loonie, not now, Daddies got important shit to do." I, obviously extremely stressed, shouted.