#celestial-feather

Striker's eyes widened and he turned to the other, giving off a rattle of surprise. His tail hung between his legs as he smiled at the ridiculously tall Goetia. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Ah. Well. You see, there was a little bit of a scuffle. As it turns out, one of the farmhands had plans to kill ya off. Thankfully, we got there just in time. Had a funny feeling about them, you see."

Please buy it, please buy it.

A small huff escapes her, a hand gently running through her feathered hair to get some of it out of her face before responding. “Surprised they didn’t try to bite a few of your feathers cause of them being grumpy.”

@celestial-feather

“Sssssimple my good Sir. You ssssssee Catch-Phrases are what the young people call ‘Hip’ and to have the perfect catch-phrase, you sssssee, will make it easier to be cool! And I myself so sssso love to be cool..”

Blitzo expected to feel outrage when he spotted Stolas wearing his shirt, but... that’s not what stirred in his chest. 

"...what..." The initial warm thrill was swiftly replaced by panic. Was this a cruel joke at his expense? He didn't think so, but-

"Are you crazy?" He reached out, covering the small box with both hands. Trying not to think of the ring, and what it symbolized. And that Stolas had asked him to- "What about your wife?" he hissed, clinging to the cold hard facts. "You're already married, remember?" And if he wasn't? Would it tighten the golden chain around his neck -

or -

or -

Nobody had ever wanted to live with him, let alone marry him. For reasons he couldn't comprehend Stolas seemed to be immune to Blitzo's personality. But why marriage? He found himself thinking of Millie and Moxxie and their seemingly effortless union. What did marriage even mean to somebody like Stolas..?

It was a dumb human holiday, Satan only knew how it had wormed itself into Hell. All the fucking sinners, probably. But here he was, holding a huge heart shaped box filled with honey-glazed rats. I mean, gotta be better than chocolate to him, right? 

Blitz wrote 'Happy Valentines Day or whatever' on the box and very carefully placed it on top of the nightstand beside the sleeping owl demon. 

Should he stay? Just creep back into bed so that they could wake up together? Nah, he’d end up saying the wrong thing as usual. Better skiddadle while he had still done something nice. Still, he was standing there for a full minute more, hesitating, his tail awkwardly flopping back and forth on the covers.

Get a kiss from my muse || @celestial-feather || accepting

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss

He didn’t know what compelled him to do it, and he wasn’t about to analyze it. When he reached up to pull Stolas’ face down with a gentle grip at the back of his neck, the red eyes widened - clearly not expecting to be kissed...