#stolas.

NAME:                Stolas Goetia AGE:                   ??? PERSONALITY:  Liveliness stings the flesh in urges the mind now tires of.  Calm, lulling, and protective are your main traits, which have survived the toll of time and long-lasting personal growth, once having indulged in arrogance and prideful might.  The reap of a child makes you nurturing, as you once were with those your heart swelled for.  

You’re aware falling out of love has made you starved.

SPECIES:            Goetic demon / Owl / Hellborn SEXUALITY:       Panromantic/sexual BIOGRAPHY:     The being of the astral, having indulged humanity with the knowledge of what laid in the stars and their significance.  He reveled in the harvests of the first mathematicians and astronomers, who used his endowed basics to pave a way to greater understanding of the cosmos.

A celestial being, and now a father and a husband.  He once loved his spouse, but still adores the child their past affections culminated in.

STOLAS IS TRYING TO SLEEP AFTER A VERY, VERY THOROUGH FUCKING. He's happy, don't get him wrong, he's very very happy, but he's just—exhausted. The last thing he expects is for Blitz to get all—mushy mushy pillow talky on him. 

He blinks slowly, surprised. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he rolls over in bed to face Blitz.  

He’s trying hard not to think about how much he relates to Blitz, in this moment. He’s trying hard not to see something where there might be nothing. So what, if they have this in common? So fucking what? This isn’t—it isn’t anything. 

Paimo.n, his siblings, his mysterious mother, it’s all—it’s all fucking nothing. It has to be, or he’ll go mad. It has to be, or he’ll run out of those as-needed anti-anxiety pills. 

“Who doesn’t?” he yawns, attempting levity, attempting to play it off. “I mean, that must be a normal thing.”