STOLITZ ONESHOTS

A Talk

Blitzø was on his way to Stolas' palace. Not for the full moon, but to talk. He told the prince he needed to talk to him.

He pulled up in front of the palace and got out of the van. "Alright, let me get this over with..." He walked up the staircase and opened one side of the double doors.

Immediately, he was questioned by guards. "I'm here to see the goddamn prince, shut the fuck up." He pushed through and made his way up to Stolas' bedroom.

"Stolas! I'm here, dickhead! We need to talk!" he yelled as he knocked loudly on the door.

After a few moments, Stolas opened the door and looked down at Blitzø. He was wearing his normal red robe. He looked tired, and like he was crying. Blitzø noticed, but he decided not to say anything.

"Hello, Blitzø. What do you need to talk about?" Stolas asked. His voice was rough, his glowing red eyes were dim. He smiled a small smile as he stepped back a bit to let Blitzø in.

"Okay, listen. Sit down," the imp said as he walked over to Stolas' bed and sat down on the edge of it. Stolas sat down next to him.

"I'm all ears, darling!" Stolas said with a cheerful tone. Blitzø sighed.

He hesitated to say what he needed to. "Okay. I... um... want to end the deal. I.M.P. is running out of business, so we won't need the book anymore." He was speaking quietly, almost as if he didn't actually want to end everything. But he knew he had to. It wasn't good for him or Stolas.

"What...? Blitzø, are... are you serious? Why is your company running out of business? I'm sure I can help you get it back!" Stolas paused, waiting for an answer from Blitzø.

"Stolas, I'm serious. Calm the hell down. It's not that big of a deal. I'm sure you can find someone else to fuck you, and it'd happen more often I bet. You'd like that."

Stolas stared at Blitzø for a few seconds. "No, no, no, no! That's not... that's not why I'm upset, Blitzø. You never actually cared, did you? You just did it for the grimoire, didn't you?" His tiny white pupils were visible.

Blitzø was very confused. "Of course I did. All you did it for was to feel good, right? For the 'fun' or whatever the fuck it is? You just wanted to get fucked. That's all you've ever wanted, so why are you so freaked out?" He seemed very confused and a bit irritated.

"No! That's not what I did it for at all! Blitzø, I just want to feel wanted! I don't do it for 'fun' or to 'feel good'! I just want to feel loved, Blitzø. That's all I ask for. Am I really so bad that no one can make me feel that way and they actually want to stay? I just want someone who doesn't make me feel like I do everything wrong! Someone who doesn't scream at me for simply breathing!" Stolas' eyes were filling with tears. "Is that too much to ask?" His voice finally broke.

Blitzø stared as Stolas let his guts spill. "Stolas..." he tried to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Go, Blitzø. Just go. Bring the grimoire back next Tuesday." Stolas was crying at this point. Blitzø nodded, not knowing what to say. As he stood up, he noticed tear stains on Stolas' silk pillow cases. And black stains.

He left Stolas' room and shut the door. He stood outside of the prince's room for a second, trying to catch his breath after what has just happened.

He heard a door open. Octavia came out of her bedroom.

"Oh. Of course. It's you. I heard my dad yelling. What the hell did you say to him?" she asked. She was clearly irritated.

"Nothing. I just fucked up."

And with that, Blitzø went down the stairs and left the palace. He was eyed by the guards again, and was being stared at by Octavia the whole time, but he didn't care. He couldn't care. He had hurt Stolas, and that was something he couldn't deal with. Not after he had already done it once.