Stolitz Oneshots

38: Morning after

A/N: Hi! This is a VERY late Stolitz Week addition Oneshot but idfc
Enjoy!! :)

Blitz's POV: 

     I turned in the soft silk sheets covering me on Stolas's bed, and I could already tell that I slept in a little too late this morning. I could feel the sun shining brightly on my eyelids, causing them to strain before I decided on pulling the blanket over my face. 

Stolas and myself stayed up a little too late drinking. Luckily I didn't have that bad of a hangover, but it was still a hangover nonetheless and it still hurt. I knew he had some medicine laying around somewhere, but I didn't want to get up just yet. 

I felt the shift of the blankets next to me, letting me know that Stolas was still in bed with me. It was still unknown to me if he was awake or asleep yet, but I didn't mind. As long as he was still in bed with me, that was just fine. 

The bed was still warm and I smelled a hint of a Lavender perfume or soap that Stolas uses. I like it. It was a comforting scent that always reminded me of him. Anytime I smell it, it was like he was always right there with me. 

I slowly lifted myself to sit up in bed, the blanket falling to my waist as I looked at the open curtains. 

Satan damnit why do we always forget to close those? The sun literally rises in that direction and it's the first thing to light up the room in the morning. Annoyingly because it's directly shining onto the bed. 

I slowly turn myself to dangle my legs over the bed, the cold air in the room creeping up my legs, ridding the comforting warmth that was once there. I groaned and grabbed a smaller blanket that was laying on the bed and wrapped it around myself while going to close the giant red curtains. 

Once the room was more dark, I trudged to the bathroom to find the painkillers for my throbbing head. Thankfully they were in a basket under Stolas's tall as fuck sink, so I could get to them and not behind his mirror where he used to keep them. 

After taking the medicine, I made my way back over to my side of the bed. I got back under the covers and buried myself in the warmth and the scent of Lavender from the sleeping Stolas. If Stolas was awake, he would've made that known by now. Besides I could hear his soft, shallow breathing and almost silent hooting.

I moved closer to him and leaned on my arm to look at him sleeping peacefully. One arm was under his pillow and head, while the other hung off the side of the bed and he laid on his stomach. He was facing away from me, so I took the opportunity to stuff my face in the warmth and comfort of his fluffy back feathers. I wrapped my arms underneath his and got as close as I could, trying to fall back asleep so this hellish hangover would go away. 

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After a couple more hours of sleeping in, I finally woke up for good. This time without the hangover that made my brain feel like it was in labor. It was still lingering, but it wasn't as bad as it was before at all. 

I lifted my face from Stolas's feathers, and saw him still sleeping, but he was on his back with one arm above his head, and the other just on my back. I grunted as I pushed myself up to be closer to his eye level and studied his serene and sleepy face. 

Hopefully he doesn't have a hangover as bad as mine was. 

Stolas get's rarely too agitated. But when he's hungover really badly, then he acts like a 14 year old who's been on their period a little too long.

But normally it goes away in a few hours, but once there was a time that it lingered the entire day. That was a long and painful day. 

I decided that I would actually get my ass out of bed before he does to do something for him, just in case he does have an awful hangover. He's almost always the first one to wake up and do things for me, so it's the least I could do.