Your Hands Are Gravity While My Hands Are Tied

I Am in Trouble With Myself Again

Stolas paced back and forth in his long library, trailing his fingers along the many soft books, some rough in their leather binds, some soft from the paper covers. The earthy scent coming from his plants mixed perfectly with the fire-proof lavender candles littered throughout the library, which normally would send positive energy throughout his body and land gently on his fur. But right now, all he could think of was the fight he'd had with Blitz the other day.

You don't get to come into my house and tell me I've fucked you over—you were the one who came up with the arrangement—sure, I tried stealing from you, but you let it happen, you asked for it to happen, so if there's anyone you should be blaming for these fuck-ups, it should be yourself!

Stolas' frown was glued to his face as it had been for the past half hour. That comment. It was true. Stolas had been the one to come up with the agreement, but he'd done it to spend more time with his first friend. He'd known Blitz had been trying to steal his Grimoire, and he simply hadn't wanted to get the man in trouble. He'd brought him aside to talk to him, but then Blitz had been the one to come onto him. Blitz had been the one to try to—and then succeed—have sex. Stolas had only been given an opportunity to see Blitz again, while giving Blitz what he'd wanted. He didn't realize that what he'd done came across so... icky. He didn't mean it.

Well. He chuckled wryly. The road to hell is paid with good intentions, as they say.

Maybe what Stolas needed to do was to show Blitz what he'd meant. Clearly, it was still bothering Blitz if he brought it up. But Stolas said so much, in so many ways, many times, with words. Yet, Stolas realized, Blitz didn't seem like the type of person to trust what words said. Maybe what he needed to do was to show Blitz he took them seriously. Or at least, that he didn't see him as less than.

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at an unknown number and message: It's Oron.

Stolas stared at the text. Who was Oron? Oh wait. Was this...

Stolas: Please excuse me, I don't think I caught your name the other night. I'm Stolas, where'd you get my number?

Oron: You gave it to me hahaha remember? Right before I left.

Stolas flushed. He didn't remember. He knew he'd had a lot to drink, but he hadn't realized he'd lost time or space. He decided to lie.

Stolas: Oh, yes! I must have lost track of some things.

Oron: no worries!

It took a few moments

Oron: I was wondering if youd want to go get coffee sometime? Or tea? You seem more like the tea type :)

Stolas's flush deepened as a smile made its way to his face. He did very much want to go get tea with Oron. But then he thought about Blitz and how he wanted to make Blitz see him differently. He didn't think that dating someone else would help Blitz's positive feelings. Or would it? Maybe it wouldn't matter.

He looked at the books as if they could answer for him.

It wasn't like Blitz took him seriously. Blitz didn't even care when Oron had asked him to dance. He didn't need to know about a date. It wasn't his business. Stolas liked the way Oron made him feel the other night, and maybe over time, he could become someone Stolas could love.

Maybe going on a date with Oron could just be something he does for himself. He deserved it, didn't he? He worked hard, he just went through a situationship break-up, was going through a divorce, missed his Via, and had experienced some stressful situations recently. And with that in mind, Stolas glanced at his phone and typed his answer.