Stolitz Oneshots

31: Scars

Stolas's POV: 

     Mornings like this were always nice. When Blitz didn't sneak out early in the morning, or late at night, or even if he stayed the night at all. When he was right next to me in the morning, and we could have little chats, as long as he wasn't late to work or anything. 

He was laying to the left of me, on his back with one arm above his head, under his horns, the other resting on his stomach. He mouth was hanging slightly open and every now and then his tail would twitch against my own. I couldn't ever bring myself to wake him up in the mornings, even if he was late to work. He seemed so peaceful and serene. It was so rare to see him like this. Look on his face, you can't fake it. He seemed like he felt safe, and comfortable. 

It wasn't too early in the morning, nor was it late. He didn't have work for another hour or so, so I just laid next to him on my side, and admired the beautiful Imp before me. We've been doing doing the Full Moon meetups for quite a few months now. I felt more comfortable around him than I first did when I saw him for the first time in two decades. 

He laid there so quiet, you'd almost think he wasn't there at all at first. He was a quiet sleeper most nights, but there were a few nights before that he's had nightmares and such. But when I would ask about them, he'd either act like it was nothing, or act like he didn't have one. Sometimes when I would try to ask again he'd just end up leaving. So I just stopped asking a second time, knowing he'd just leave. I only asked once, and the answer was almost always the same.

"It's fine Stolas."

"It's just a dumb dream."

"It doesn't mean anything." 

"Just go back to sleep." 

"Don't worry about it."

I'd still worry about it, but I didn't want to annoy him, or make him uncomfortable. So I didn't ever press the subject further. 

I looked upon his toned body and started wondering, where did he get all of the white scars. 

I remember when we saw each other at the "Still not divorced" party, I had noticed all of the spots scattered around his body. Once the clothes came off I saw even more on his belly, chest, legs, arms, back, almost everywhere. It wasn't really hard to notice the one covering almost half of his face. I never asked about them though, just remained curious.

Soon, however, his eyes screwed shut tighter before slowly fluttering open to reveal his yellow and red eyes beneath his partly opened eyelids. His eyebrows scrunched together as he inhaled deeply and turned to his side to face me, his face relaxing once again. He slowly opened his eyes and just looked into my own for a moment. 

Neither of us said anything for a while, not wanting to break the silence that sat peacefully in the room. Soon however, it was getting a little tiring just looking at each other and staying quiet. So I was the first to break the blissful silence. 

"Good morning." I said, my voice almost a whisper as it was the first thing I had said in hours.

"Morning." He yawned and turned to lay on his back. "What time is it? I'm not late again am I?" He asked while rubbing his face with both hands. 

"No, you still have time before you need to leave." I answered softly. He hummed acknowledging that and just stared at the ceiling for a moment. Neither of us said anything once again, and just laid in silence as we started to wake up. 

I looked at his half blanketed body, staring at all the white scars on his body and furrowed my eyebrows, wondering just how much pain he had to endure while getting those scars. There were so many, and they were all just so big.