Stolitz Oneshots

33: Hellish affliction

TW: Self harm I guess? Lot's of feathers and some blood, and crying from Stolas. 

Blitz's POV: 

     It was the full moon. The one day of the month that I would come to fuck the privileged asshole's brains out for the book. Or at least that's how it used to be, seemingly forever ago. Now we had worked something out. We don't do the full moon deal anymore, and I just use the Asmodean crystal that Stolas gave to me. We talked and we got closer together and, well we haven't exactly made anything official. 

We've been meeting up other than the full moon and would hang out, sometimes go out on dates. Some nights we'd fuck, others not. Sometimes we would still try and meet up on the Full Moon, but not for the book. Just to see each other. That's why I was heading to Stolas's room at this very moment. 

I was going to pick him up now and go out somewhere tonight. It was going to be a surprise, so he had no idea about anything, other than that we were just going out. 

I approached the bedroom and knocked quietly on the closed door, awaiting an invitation to come inside. I didn't hear a reply so I knocked again, louder. Still, I heard nothing. So once again I knocked a little louder. 

"Stolas?" I asked. But didn't get a response. So I knocked one last time. "Stolas can I come in?" I asked, almost at a yell. When I didn't hear anything for a few moments, I decided to just walk in. What's the worst that I could walk in on?

Once I opened the door, the first thing I saw was feathers, and broken glass shards everywhere. I walked in and looked a broken mirror in the corner and so many more feathers littering the room. 

"W-why are there feathers everywhere?" I asked myself while I knelt down and grabbed a feather gently in my two fingers. I looked around the room, scanning to see if Stolas was anywhere in the room. I didn't see him but I did see the bathroom door slightly open, with more feathers leading in. A dimmed light was shining through the slight opening of the door. So I gingerly made my way over to the bathroom door and slowly pushed the door open. 

"Stolas?" I asked before my gaze landed upon Stolas in his bathtub, hunched over with his arms wrapped around his legs, and his face buried in his knees. When I quietly approached him, I saw a few feathers floating in the water, and patches of feathers missing, all over his tall, slim body.

"Stolas what happened?" I asked him while I stood beside the bathtub, my hands gripping the rim of the tub.

He slowly lifted his head up from his lap and looked at me with watery eyes, and two small white pupils appearing in his red eyes. 

"I'm sorry Blitz." He said with a quavering voice while his body slightly shook. 

I leaned closer while my eyes widened and saw slightly red water mixed together with purple from the hue of the lighting. 

"Did... did you..." I started and slowly looked back up to him, "did you do this to yourself?" I asked and stared into his eyes. He didn't say anything, so he slowly nodded. I collected myself and sighed quietly. 

"O-okay. What happened? Why did you do this?" I asked. Stolas leaned back and released his legs from his hands and blinked slowly. 

"I- I got really stressed earlier... memories about, y'know... family shit is just fucking amazing." Stolas said quietly and let a few tears roll down his feathered cheek. "And, I let myself get to my head and got myself panicked and I- I picked my feathers with my beak." He explained in a weak voice. 

"Okay... do you want to talk about, the memories... or no?" I asked and looked at some of the cuts on the patches scattered about his body. 

"No..." He replied.