PRINCE.

𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻,                         𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦.

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“Just couldn’t stay away from me could you? Can’t exactly blame you I am a hot piece of ass.” Blitz never missed the opportunity to talk himself up. “But need I remind you that we usually only see each other on the full moon. Unless you’re so horned up you can’t wait another day?” Blitz loved teasing him and besides it wasn’t ass if he was busy this time around. 

✦ ; .                              ❛ - OH — blitz ! how SCANDALOUS. ~ - ❜ those hissing whispers are certainly caught from beneath his extravagant height, especially what with his visitation to the office rather unpredicted. a claw fusses up to hide his splitting grin, little featherlight giggles flushing out amidst the heat firing through nerve endings. such VILE language, && in the workplace too! so much for a friendly check-in from one accomplice to another.

He totally hit a nerve were it definitely hurted.

Angel seen that expression one too many times when dealing with married clients. He wasn’t very fond of fucking someone who was married and had children by their partner. Having more since than his other colleagues to at least have the standards of declining customers like that. No amount of money given would make the pornstar change his mind, didn’t wanted to be involved in their drama and find himself running for his life while being chase down the road by an angry wife on his ass. However, rich people were known to waste so much money, a royal received more privileges than citizens of the lower classes.

 “Well.” He starts off. Tapping his chin in thought. 

“Although you’re married.. maybe - just maybe I could make an exception. Yer’ wife interested in a threesome? I may have ta’ charge her extra because she’s a female, but I’ll lower the price since she’s royalty.”

✦ ; .             angel’s PLEA or rather offer is made like a schoolgirl far too interested in her teacher, something that the scholar side of the goetia hesitate on. he must remain faithful — regardless of how much it hurts. a hand raises to hush the demon, gently resting itself upon a friendly vice, claws tucked over shoulder as a thumb brushes the topcoat’s padding. ❛ - i am truly flattered, ANGEL DUST. knowing how open you are to my invitations leaves no room for doubt that you are indeed a good individual. - ❜

❜ HOLD ON, hold on, hold on -- sit down that feathery ass of yours right this second. I never said I /couldn't/ be bribed. ❛ - blitz uvu

✦ ; .             what part of the phrase “ money can’t buy everything ” implied he wished to submit blitzo to the same punishments he was subject to? materialism was the worst of the greeds he was forced as a royal to latch onto, a sin he hated despite his necessity for it to thrive. however, he never — ( NEVER IN ALL HIS YEARS ) — thought to objectify his crush in such a manner. brows instantly furrow from across their lounge table, the prince setting down his drink from their outdoor luncheon away from the palace.

                               ❛ - no, no ! oh HEAVENS no, i couldn’t dream of bribing you. if your comforts are ever pushed PLEASE do let me know ; this is a mutual relationship, a road that goes both ways. your pleasure is my pleasure, if you’re following. - ❜ maybe he’s being a little to abrasively passive on his point. BLITZO has always been a direct approach archetype, so perhaps it’d be best to restate his intentions. ❛ - i do not wish to pay for something as simple as handholding or platonic kiss exchanges, dearest blitz. . . i value YOU far more vastly than any amount of riches could afford. - ❜

Blitzo shivered a bit as talons where gently placed upon his snout, his eyes closing a bit as the tip of his tail swished a bit. As Stolas’s fingers came to a stop on his crest he opened his eyes, gazing up at him. “Oh…right the book. I thought you were just referring to stuff down here.” 

“Does it now?” he said, red irises gazing up at the royal bird as his tail slithered a bit closer to Stolas’s leg like a snake. At the kiss his face heated up a bit, something the imp would deny if ever asked, his body shivering a bit as he almost let out a low purr.

✦ ; .             that courteous hand brushes along the curling top of his horn, soon sweeping off in order to cop the back of his nape && suggest he step closer, a gentle pressure applied to encourage his approach. STOLAS may not have much time regarding the slivers stella leaves him for free time, but whenever the two’s schedules open in tandem the owl was always certain to pay his favorite hellion his dues. if && when he’s able to lean blitzo against his frame as he takes to a knee, the prince braces the imp in a genial hold, horned head held tenderly against his crest plumage in case the other wished to hear a steady heartbeat.

A smirk made itself known on the spider’s features at that.

“Ya’ sure prince charming~? I don’t know if I feel comfortable to lay with a married man. Would be what’s the word—dishonoring.” He replied in a tease manner.

✦ ; .            maybe it was the ONE TOO MANY helpings of his wine that had knackered his ability to quell bad decisions, impulsivity winning out against his better judgment. it was that which allowed toxic words to flow from smiling lips, beak turned up in a vile hunger that just as quickly left once angel made his quipped returns. AH ; he had gone too far, the reminder of being married like a bullet to his leg during a marathon. though he remained unhappy with stella, OCTAVIA bristled to the forefront of his mind. his previous intentions died instantaneously, thoughts brought to an abrupt stop as though his high as crashed into a brick wall.

✦ ; .                              ❛ - MY, aren’t we forgetful. - ❜ fingers walk up his snout to gently press its tip upon his heart crest. ❛ - what was it again, something about my grimoire being the access we both need to the LIVING REALM ? - ❜

✦ ; .             another hosted night teemed with life amongst the manor’s ballroom, swimming with overlords from the lowest rank to the mid-well section. anyone higher ought’ve stuck to their own or declined the invitation at face value without batting an eye — not that stolas minded, he’d prefer the new faces to old echeladder rungs. adorned in his royal purple frilled shawl && star cufflinks, the prince swept against the currents of movement in order to preserve the ebb && ensure his guests were all under safe management.

              stella had long since departed from his side, off to trade doilies with the fellow housewives or dates of higher quality ongoers, leaving the true blueblood to fend for himself amidst the riffraff. scarlet eyes screen the horizon, hesitating only a moment upon noticing a familiar facet. stood by the bar was the shorter pin-striped gent he had grown rather fond of in regards to their communications, a brimming smile careening across his beak as the goetia struts his way through the crowd to go greet his cumbersome friend.

              once dark claws can grasp a hold of the counter, he’s gently && pointedly tapping a tip upon wood, calling forth the ‘tender with a look of pride. ❛ - SAN GRIA, additional strawberry garnish. - ❜ with that his attention swings to his close ally, brows aloft with blissful excitement to finally have someone above the smug aura to convene with. ❛ - awfully stuffy for a gala, is it not ? don’t suppose you have a knack for these sorts of ‘shindigs’, presumably as your tasteful lingo might’ve put it. - ❜

Well now Angel was slightly at a lost for words at both the acknowledgement and the casualty of the Geotia then again, Lilith and Lucifer were extremely nice and sweet people so why should Stolas be any different?

“ Eh, I didn’t mean to be too formal but, didn’t wanna be disrespectful. Ya see? Not exactly up to date with most things an’ the last thing I wanna do is offend someone.” He explained, trying hard not to talk with his hands just yet. “As fa whatever rumors these bustas are sayin’? Never heard of ‘em. It’s surprising to me because I never took ya fa the type to listen to redone stuff…”

✦ ; .             it was RARE for hellions — let alone SINNERS — not to spread those compromising horse’s mouth mutterings that usually spread like wildfire. for a moment stolas is almost humbled by angel’s lack of desire to know more, especially with how his reputation might as well be near shambles by this point. it’s a breath of fresh air, like he finally had the opportunity to stick his head out from the window of a smoke-riddled car. a weight lifts off his chest, one that lets silver-streaked feathers lift && croon atop his pompdour like how the males avians do out of assertiveness.

✦ ; .             claws nervously hook upon receiver kept by his table-side, opposite fingers itching against the nook of carvings upon rich mahogany. he’s idled in trying to dial — he should stop stalling && get this over with. no ; he hangs up the held landline over a better option — one where he can’t backpedal by hanging up. he picks up his mobile device, staring at his last sent message upon unlocking. ‘we’ll talk tomorrow. -s’. . . what a poor choice of words, eyes burrowing hard into the checkmark beside the small text ‘SEEN’. he couldn’t blame his imp for being so hateful, he had essentially blue-balled him over the smallest trivial thing.

-—-

[ ✨♥️ BLITZ ♥️✨ ]

⋱⋱ good morrow, my dearest divinity. -s

⋱⋱ so sorry for yesterday’s theatrics. seems i didn’t have my head on straight. allow me to alleviate your morbid curiosities. -s

⋱⋱ i wanted to ask you out, perhaps for a little shopping spree — or a paid dinner, my treat. i realized too late that i had treaded on your personal time, hence why i backtracked so terribly && rather clumsily. -s

⋱⋱ if you’re willing to forgive my hectic fumbling, i’d appreciate a reply as well as your thoughts on how to move on from this horrendous fiasco. 💕 -s

-—-

“you know what?  i’ll say it for everyone to hear; i love my dad, a lot.  he’s such a dork!  how can’t you love him?  if it weren’t for him, i dunno where i’d be today.”

✦ ; .             VALENTINES DAY was a farce in the goetia household, a hellish comedy following the tradegy of their constant suffering. stella never addled to stolas’s attempts every year since the imp incident to rekindle their flame, regardless of his own fizzling feelings. she was his wife no matter how he felt, he had appearances to keep up — a family to hold together. this year he had purposefully created her something beyond materialism ; a new constellation in the farthest reaches of the universe where the stars would have a full life ahead of them untouched from older models.

              tired, after almost decades of inner torment && festering guilt like an infection of the heart, it was those boisterous words told to her sinstagram story that caught her trudging father’s attention. he had been passing by her room, barely paying attention as he moved past. a claw hooks to her door frame, head peeking through as he glances in towards his only daughter. those eyes twinkle like the very stars gifted to his spouse, reminding him just how special his hellspawn is. . . how he too owed her a present for this special holiday. a hand presses against his crest, summoning forth a small portal where he kept most of his prized possessions stored within bubbles floating amongst the vibrant astronomy.

              tears prick in eye corners as he pops the confinement holding her gift aloft in the air above his palm, letting the weight of its bare bones wrapping settle against claws. a genial knock rings out from octavia’s doorway, his tune lilted from the croak of heart-touched tears break his composure momentarily. ❛ - VIA, my starlight. . . may i enter ? - ❜ a respectful notion of her boundaries, waiting patiently until granted access. once allowed, he’ll stride towards her bedside whereupon reaching stolas will sit upon its edge. hands seek out her own to transfer the small wrapped trinket into her care.

✦ ; .                              ❛ - ah, please ; there’s no need for such formalities just yet. i may be blueblooded, but that doesn’t mean i am as stuck up as my posh predecessors. - ❜

    “You used to visit us aaall the tiiiime,” the whine in the robots vocoder glitches mid-point, fizzles the words into a hodgepodge of static-heavy syllables and erratic vowels. If Fizzarolli had noticed, they make no indication, maintaining their dramatics by falling out of their bouncing after the royal in favor of half-slumping their weight onto the Prince’s side.

God, he’s big, isn’t he? Willowy, unlike Asmodeus, but Fizz still isn’t terribly keen on having to look up at someone. So they don’t. Instead, they squeeze their optics shut, because that certainly adds a little flair to their act, doesn’t it?

   “We misssss̴s̸y̶o̷u̶, y’know! We miss li’l Taaaaavi, too. You guys don’t seem to be having much FUN together anymore. WHY’S THAT? Is Pops just a little too outta touch with the y̶o̷u̶nger generation? Oooh, I get it, I get it! It haaappens ALL the time.”

Stella does come to mind, sits at the tip of that banded tongue, but they don’t dare state her name. That’s certainly not going to go over well, whatever’s happening there. Let’s not alienate our most prized customers, Fizzarolli.

✦ ; .             ah, such a melancholy tune the robotic jester sings, striking sour notes upon the prince’s ear drums. depression sinks its claws into the father figure’s shoulders as fizzarolli leans in, leaving the owl to express sullen mood facets as the metallic weight shifts upon him. he slants once fizz’s chasis applies itself upon an arm, to which he’ll cautiously attempt to rest his arm in a wrap to coddle the approaching animatronic close. well — at least SOMEONE wished for affection for the holiday.

                               ❛ - INDEED we did, my lovable companion. ah. . . those were the days, my little star shine getting the chance of her lifetime to see your glory in action ! though i suppose time is fleeting now that she’s growing up ; almost feels like yesterday that i could carry her upon my shoulders. - ❜ if contact had been allowed, his hand would brace the robot a tinge tighter against his side, a comfort long sought by anyone willing to lend themselves.