💫･ﾟ 𝑨𝑹𝑺 / GOETIA

@estrla said: I’ve met plenty of born losers in my time but I’ve never met someone so intent on being a screw-up as you. / give her what-for, Stolas!

“ Oh Stella, ” Albeit a tad theatrical, his voice is very much that of a sincere mockery tone. “ If self-destruction is an ART, you’ve always been my fiercest critic - and perhaps even my most DEVOTED admirer. ”

He has his flaws - that much he will absolutely admit. But it's very hard NOT to acknowledge that fact that she has seemingly built her entire existence around resenting his.~

@dokitm said: was blitz going to admit that what he is about to do was taken from moxxie's overly sappy, bullshit "love page"? HELL NO, that'd just ruin his already frail ego! besides, who fucking cared for nitty-gritty details! this was to try and cheer the fallen prince. he saved the imp's life, after all - SURELY, this sexy serenade would do the trick and help him out, right? with this in mind, blitz hops across the couch and slithers in stolas's lap as wide eyes look up at the taller of two. "saaaay, sto~las ..." voice dripped with his usual false charm, the imp grins widely - a little fucking drama is needed even for an assassin, after all! "has anyone ever said you look like salt? 'cuuuuuz yoooou're soooo-DIUM fiiiiiine ~!" cut to a beautiful - actually, no, a REALLY SHITTY cover of a random song he's heard humans singing before. "yooooouuu aaaare .. mmyyyy fiiiiireeee! the ooooneee.... DEEESIIIIIREEEEE ~ !" ... okay, yeah, maybe this was a shitty idea.

As easy as it was for others to say 'just cheer up', it was equally as difficult for Stolas to actually heed their wording. Yes, he was 'finally' with the target of all of affections, but no - he was never going to feel truly happy knowing what he left behind - who he left behind. At the end of the day, he didn't care for palaces, titles, impressive gardens or libraries - money, status nor powers. All he truly cared about... the only being in his life he only ever wanted good things for, he had let down and betrayed.

Seeing Blitz even so much as exchanging simple conversations with his daughter left a continuous sting in his heart. Not jealously - of course not. If anything, he was happy to see that the imp was so engaged in his daughter's life and seemingly wanted what was best for her. Something that Stolas himself had regrettably managed to neglect - no matter how many years he had spent trying to be there for his own child and be the father she oh so much deserved. 'Failure' was, and would continue to be, plastered across his entire being.

... And yet, whenever he would find moments of happiness, he couldn't help but feel a sting of guilt. He should be happy, he didn't deserve it. Yet he could not help but find appreciation in the imp's attempt at cheering him up; even if it was done in such a way Stolas had never imagined he'd ever do.

As an evident red tint of a blush was spread across his feathered features, he merely stared at Blitz as he made himself comfortable in the former prince's lap - serenading him.

Staring at him with widened eyes, Stolas eventually let out a small chuckle. Amused, he cleared his throat as he glanced to the side - avoiding the other's eyes but for a brief moment before he glanced back at him once more.

“ ... Oh, um-.... ” He began, not quite sure what to say really. Honestly now, what was he even supposed to say? “ Blitz, you have a-.... um... ” Clearing his throat again, Stolas let out another chuckle, shaking his head as if to come to his own senses again. “ ... Have you been taking singing lessons, by chance? ” The clear answer was no, obviously. There was obviously room for improvement, but that wasn't really what the royal demon was focused on. It was the thought that counted, and he acknowledged that.