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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐗: 𝐌𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓

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|| *Insert mean girls reference here* ||

BARBIE HADN'T WANTED TO SPEND TOO LONG BACK IN HELL, she had the crystal for a REASON and she wanted to get the FUCK back out of here as soon as she could. Fucking Blitzo ruining her life yet again. The only benefit to being back home was that she could visit Fizz and check up on him.

They were planning on meeting in a few days, given his busy schedule meant there were only few and far between times in which he was available. That left Barbie with little to do for the next few days. As long as she managed to avoid Blitzo, she imagined she'd be fine.

“Explain what is happening to you first... I know when to talk and when to stop and defend myself physically if needed.”

The monstrous form of Hellsa didn’t faze him in the most... But he knew how dangerous she was... He knew when words wouldn’t get him out of a situation where fight was the only option.

Stolas could scarcely remember when last Via had a sleepover. She seemed much too grown for such things, even though she was and would always be his little owlet. Still, when she asked if Hellsa could spend the night at the Goetia Palace, well, Stolas could hardly begrudge her. Stella, too, seemed eager to indulge her. An unspoken tension ran through the household as patriarch and matriarch avoided topics that might start a fight. 

This felt like a pass/fail test. 

But things were better, weren’t they? Stolas still slept in the guest bedroom and spent many nights awake, but they all laughed more, smiled more genuinely, were almost their old selves. For their part, Via and Hellsa seemed to enjoy themselves, if not entirely ignorant of the elder demons, then at least able to ignore them.

Then midnight came.

Stolas knew to expect Hellsa on the sofa in the main living room when night fell and both Stella and Octavia were asleep, so Stolas carried an extra mug of tea into the room. He set one down in front of her and smiled a little half-smile. 

This used to be a ritual, back when things were good. Things were almost good again, weren’t they? He wondered how Via told Hellsa things were when neither he nor Stella could hear. 

Not that it was any of his business. 

unprompted asks || always accepting

@von-eldritch​ asked: "Sweetheart, I gotta ask, why the bow? I mean, at that height, I'm willing to bet you probably already got a hard time getting people to take you seriously as is." she's here to bully Vaggie now ig lmao ~