9: If You're Here With Me

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"Stolz..." Stolas's mind whispered.  

"Stolz, please..." Sobs. It wasn't his mind.  

He sat up. 

"Finally care about me?" he said. 

Blitz looked surprised to see him alive. Maybe Stolas's acting had been a bit too good. 

Loona pinched the bridge of her snout. "Dad, I'm sorry we had to trick you, but you have to get your shit together."

Octavia shrugged. "I mean, really, Blitz? Leaving my dad to be kidnapped?" 

"You don't have to say it. You don't like me, and that one kiss was just us being drunk." 

"Excuse me, what?" Octavia asked. 

"No, I was conscious when the kiss happened." Blitz admitted, rubbing his neck.

Stolas crossed his arms. "Really? Or are you just saying that so I give you the crystal?" 

"Fine." Blitz mimicked Stolas's arm cross. "You want proof?"

He leaned over and kissed Stolas hard on the lips. 

"Believe me now, Stolz?"

Stolas sighed, crossing his arms tighter but clearly flustered. "Maybe. Kiss me one more time and I'll consider it." 

Loona covered Octavia's eyes.

The taste of strawberry covered pills stayed in Blitz's mouth, chamomile in Stolas's. 

It tasted like love.





Blitz played with Stolas's feathers. 

It was one of their weekly greetings, and Stolas had surprised him by coming to the office. 

Blitz knew there were still struggles ahead of him, but for now it was just him and his boyfriend.

"Why do you like me?" Blitz snickered. 

Stolas smiled. "You're adorable, my little imp." 

They pressed forehead to forehead. 

"And you are the only subject of the ramblings of a goetia..." Stolas whispered, chamomile engulfing him.

And then they kissed.


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