Stolitz Oneshots

18: The full moon conversation 🌕

(This takes place after they're done fucking for the night and they're just exhausted at this point, so they're talkin. Also this is gonna take place during the next episode before Stolas gives him the crystal.)

Stolas's POV:

     I was still catching my breath when I felt Blitz untie my hands at the base of the bed. Once my hands were free I brought them down and tore off the blindfold around all four of my eyes, then threw it far from the bed. 

"I don't think I can walk." Blitz said as he collapsed next to me.

"I can't feel my lower body." I said as I looked over at him. He was getting himself situated under the blanket and rearranging the pillows since most of them were out of place. I did the same and we only laid in silence until Blitz spoke up. 

"So, what's with the bandage wrap around your arm?" He asked pointing at it. I looked down at my wrapped arm and shoulder with a weak smile. 

"Do you remember that time I called you about the cowboy who kidnapped me and you had to send your imployees (I'm sorry I had to) to come and rescue me?" I asked. He was silent for a moment, only staring at my shoulder before speaking. 

"Yeah... wait, did he do that to you?" He asked, his pupils shrinking. 

"Well, he did more than just this to me but, yes." I said. "But I assure you I'm fine now, most of the wounds are gone and I can barely feel most of them. This one just so happened to be the one that still needed to stay wrapped." I said trying not to worry him but I don't think it worked. 

He furrowed his eyebrows together as he continued staring at my injury, his eyes slowly making their way to mine. 

"How many?" He asked. 

"Pardon?"

"How many injuries? How badly did he hurt you?" His voice sounded anxious. 

"It doesn't matter anymore, it was in the past Blitzy. I'm only going to get better, and there must've been a reason my wife called him to stop killing me. And besides, next time I'll be better prepared." I said trying to stay off the topic but it was no use. We were far to deep into the conversation and Blitz was determined to find out how badly Striker hurt me. 

"No please, tell me. I want to know." He said, his face showing no other emotion but concern. 

"Well... okay. He stabbed me quite a few times in the shoulder with a blessed knife so, you can imagine the damage it inflicted." I started. 

"The shoulder that's still wrapped?" He asked. 

"Yes. Then he also slammed his boot into the already stabbed shoulder and pressed harder into the gash. He then broke my leg but that didn't hurt too bad in the moment, but I definitely felt it later. I also didn't really feel it when he stabbed me with the blessed knife in my leg. Being thrown around and slammed into things wasn't too much fun either but, it wasn't that bad. And getting beaten to a pulp wasn't great but, it's in the past. A couple more scratches that left some scars, a broken arm, and lost a lot of blood. But other than that I'm fine really. It sounds worse than it really was." I said forcing a smile but it didn't change the way Blitz's face was. 

Blitz's pupils were tiny and he almost seemed like he was in a trance. He stared into space at my arm for a long while in silence. 

"Blitz? Are you okay?" I asked. He blinked and looked up at me. 

"I'm- I'm sorry, I couldn't be there." He said quietly. 

"Blitz it's okay, please don't blame yourself. Neither of us knew it would be this bad." I said in a hurry before he started doing the same thing he does all the time.