It had been two weeks since the accident with Striker, and Blitzø hadn't stopped sulking. Of course, his friends were getting worried about him, but he just shoved them away when they tried to talk to him."He needs to go see Stolas, that'll cheer him up for sure," Moxxie and Millie were watching Blitzø scroll through his phone with a blank expression, occasionally yawning or scratching his arm.
"Look at him, the poor thing is torn up," Millie frowned.
"Don't worry, I've got a plan," Moxxie smirked.
"I should be worried, but I trust you my love," she pecked him on the cheek.
"Thanks Mills," her husband blushed.
"Hey, boss, we've got a surprise to cheer you up," Moxxie put his hands on his hips.
"What is it?" He didn't look up from his phone.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, silly. Just come on," he grinned.
Blitzø groaned and tucked his phone in his pocket. "I'm only doing this because I'm bored. If this sucks, I'm going to kill somebody," he grumbled, "preferably you," he glared at Moxxie, who gulped.
They got into the van and Millie cheered, "Great work babe!" She high-fived her husband, and they both giggled.
Blitzø rolled his eyes, huffing and turning away. "Can you too keep your obnoxious flirting to yourself? I'm busy wallowing in my own self-pity over here," he waved his hand in the air dramatically.
"Sorry, boss," Moxxie apologized.
"We're almost here," Millie looked back at Moxxie.
"Where's Loonie?" Blitzø realized his adopted daughter wasn't in the car.
"She didn't wanna come," Moxxie shrugged.
"What?! She got a choice? This is bullshit ..." he mumbled.
"Ok, sir, are you ready for your surprise?" Moxxie asked.
"Sure...? What are you doing?" The other imp tied fabric around his eyes so he couldn't see.
"What in the seven rings is going on here?!" he squirmed and cursed, kicking Moxxie in the face.
"Whoa! Sir, I'm just trying to lead you to our destination," he rubbed the place where he'd been kicked.
"Oh. Ok. But you deserved that."
"Whatever you say, boss," Moxxie sighed.
Blitzø let the couple lead him into a crowded building and into an elevator.
"Could anyone tell me where we're going? Because not knowing kind of sucks ass," he crossed his arms.
"Soon, I promise, sir," Millie assured him. They led him down another hall and stopped. "Ok, good luck." "What?" The blind fold was pulled off his face, something was put in his hands, the door was opened and he was shoved into the room before he could readjust to the light, and he blinked and scrunched up his face. "Blitz! You came!" He realized where he was. He was standing in a small hospital room, and the one and only Stolas was laying on the bed, IV tubes sticking out of him, his arm in a sling and a few other bandages. "Oh, ya. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by..." Blitzø chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "I guess I brought you these." He strided over to him and handed him the roses Millie had put in his hand. "Oh! Thank you my darling Blitzy." The Owl sniffed the flowers gingerly and smiled gratefully.
"So... when are they going to let you out of this place?" Blitz asked. "Soon, I hope. It can get pretty lonely here, if you know what I mean." He gave Blitz a mischievous look and purred softly. For some reason, the imp couldn't help but blush, looking away as he swallowed the lump In his throat. He had never gotten flustered by the other man before, but something between them had changed. He wasn't sure what yet, but something. "I guess I'll... go now..." he smiled, before turning away. "Blitzy?" He stopped at the door. "Ya?" "He turned to look at Stolas. "Thank you. For showing up, even though I know you didn't want to." Stolas sighed sadly, studying his hands.
"What? You think I didn't want to see you?!" Blitz turned around abruptly. "Well... yes." The owl furrowed his brow. Blitz sighed, his tail drooping. "You're... you're wrong, Stolas." He sighed "You usually are, but, anyway." He mumbled, and Stolas smiled a little. "I did want to see you, I just... shit, I'm sorry. I'm new to all this, feeling stuff, you know? If you could be patient with me-" "Blitzø, I understand. You don't have to explain yourself." The Prince interrupted him. "But-" the imp cocked his head curiously. "Just listen, please." Stolas motioned to the chair beside his hospital bed. "Ya, ok." Blitz scratched his arm nervously and pulled himself up onto the chair, his legs dangling a foot off the ground. "I don't think they made this for imps." He chuckled, swinging his legs. "Isn't that just peculiar." Solas giggled softly.
They sat in an awkward silence for a moment, dodging each other's gaze. "I'm... very puzzled by you, Blitz. Sometimes I think you feel the same feelings I feel for you... and sometimes it seems as though you hate me. So... which might it be, my little imp?" He asked sweetly. Blitzø was shocked, his cheeks flushing pink. "Well... I don't really know yet. But if you hold me, maybe I can start figuring it out...?" He cringed at his own words, but it was exactly what the owl wanted to hear. "That would be lovely my darling." He clapped and giggled with glee.
Blitz chuckled a little bit too, surprised by the strange feeling he was experiencing. He had this weird warm feeling in his chest, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth kept drifting upwards against his will. "Something's wrong with me." He blurted. "What is it my precious little red?" He frowned, his words laced with worry. "I feel... light. Like I might float away. I feel high. Did Moxxie spike my coffee this morning or something!? That little shit-" He once again forced the smile off his face. "No silly, you're just happy. There's nothing wrong with you darling." Stolas assured him. "Happy?" Blitzø blinked in surprise. "Yes. Happy." The owl looked at him with adoration, gently taking his hand. And for the first time, the imp didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he squeezed Stolas' hand right back, and they laughed and chatted Until late into the evening.
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Editor's note: West's grammar is so shit that I gave up halfway through <3 I'll finish later pookies
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