#rodeclown

unprompted asks || always accepting

@rodeclown​ asked: the tiniest wave to stolas. hey, uh. long time no talk.

IT HAD BEEN A LONG TIME since Blitzo had turned up, so the commotion coming from outside his bedroom were now being chalked up to BANDITS or ASSASSINS. Tired and irritable from dealing with another one of Stella’s phonecalls, he decides he wants to deal with the vermin himself. Perhaps turning some unwitting demons into stone would cheer him up a little.

Stepping into his room, keen red eyes scan the room for assailants. Hearing noises coming from the balcony his focus quickly turns to there.

He’s all but ready to smite the intruder before his eyes land on Blitzo. Immediately any anger he had been feeling was washed away and his body changes back to it’s USUAL more calm demeanour. 

“Blitz?”

A sole claw gently boops! the imp’s forehead at what were frankly concerning words.  The absence of mindfulness when it came to societal expectations had always been both a refreshing and attractive trait from him, but even while he didn’t disagree with how exhausting the intricate woes of propriety were, his blood was still royal and manned by external image ( as careless as he’d gotten with it lately ,  at least ).            ❛  Mmm, yes, but.  ❜  the pause is marked by a playful yet warning pinch, always so touchy, so starved.  ❛  As unnecessary as these pleasantries might seem to you, my cute little snack of an imp, do not go on to offend someone’s livelihood on my behalf.  I’m sure you’re aware of how easy it is to insult - hmr, colleagues, for a lack of a better word.   ❜