summary: Blitz can't sleep without getting his feelings off his chest. So he drives to see Stolas. Only thing is, its 3am, and the bird is asleep.
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3am
Blitz tossed and turned in his bed, simply unable to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried to nod off. Fuck it, he'd even gone to bed early because he was absolutely fucking exhausted after yesterday's assassinations up top, and he still couldn't nod off. God damn it all, his brain just wouldn't turn the fuck off and let him get some rest.
He sighed heavily. So damn tired. He hated nights like this. Where he'd wait and wait for a sleep that would never come.
And it was all because of a certain avian. Fucking Stolas of the fucking Ars Goetia. Tall as fuck and feathery soft, on account of all the feathers. Though they were really comfy to lie on.
Dammit, he wished Stolas was here. Though he's probably bump his head on Blitz's really low ceiling. And his bed was way too small for them both to comfortably fit.
Blitzo sighed heavily. Frustrated. Well, nothing for it but to drive all the way to Stolas house.
He sighed heavily again and glanced at the clock. Perfect. 3am. Fucking perfect. Not that long before he had to get up if it was a workday. He scowled at the clock, as if that would change it's time, and pulled on his trademark coat on over his pyjamas and slid on his boots. Trudged out of his apartment and down to the buildings car park and climbed into his van. He started up the old rickety engine and slowly drove out of the car park and out into the city.
The roads were dead at this time in the morning. Most of the denizens of hell preferring to sleep in until at least a more reasonable time. Blitzo would too, if only he could sleep. Which he couldn't. Because his stupid fucking brain wouldn't turn off long enough to let him.
. . .
Blitz drove down the open highways of Hell, slightly disappointed there was nobody getting in his way to shoot at. But no matter. Tomorrow's drive home would be perfect for that.
He drove past quiet houses, hotel towers, and the occasional crack den as he traversed Imp City. Driving for hours or what felt like hours. Gradually noting the improvements in both housing and the reduction of noise as he left the city and entered the wealthier parts of Hell. Where the rich motherfuckers, the well-to-do la-di-da chucklefucks lived. Their shit rolling down the hill and onto the lower classes.
Well, except for Stolas. Sometimes.
It was a good thing he loved the stupid bird, that's all he was gonna say about it.
He kept driving, the moon waxing high above him. Not a cloud in the sky to obscure it. Gently illuminating the Goetia palace as it came into view. Blitz slowed his van to more a sensible speed as he drove up the avenue. No sense crashing in at seventy miles an hour. And best not to go kicking up the gravel with his tyres and making a shit ton of noise, either. Because then he'd have the guards – or worse, the family – to deal with. And he sure as hell didn't want that. No sir.
So he slowed to a crawl and parked up around the side of the house, out of view of any windows and any potential witnesses. He climbed out of his van, shoving all of the rubbish out of the way. Vowing for possibly the millionth time now he'd clean out his shithole of a van. Knowing full well from experience he wouldn't. Though that didn't stop him cussing under his breath at the mess.
After checking his watch again, he made sure the coast was still clear and started on his usual route. Through the gardens, stomping over the grass and crushing Stella's flowerbeds. Up the drainpipe and across the roof, and then finally down the trellis and in through Stolas window.
That window would usually be left open for him on the full moon. Allowing for easy access into the palace and Stolas' room. And by proxy, Stolas. Tonight it was closed. So Blitz would have to get a little... creative with his entrance.
Fortunately, he'd had the foresight to leave his lockpicking and burglar's kit in his coat pocket for just such occasions. For rush jobs in dead of night. Or family emergencies.
But for right now, they were for breaking into Stolas's room while he slept. Definitely criminal behaviour, but he doubted Stolas would mind. Most likely he'd be thrilled to have his 'Blitzy' show up outside of a full moon.
Admittedly not necessarily at 3am or whatever the fuck time it was now. But still. Blitz perched himself on the top of the trellis and pulled out his kit from his pocket. Setting in to pry the window open enough so he could pick the lock.
He managed it quickly and with the finesse of a master criminal. His years of experience finally paying off. Soon enough he had the window open and his kit disappeared back into his coat pocket. Then he was climbing through and landing with a soft thud on the carpet. Face first. Grumbling under his breath as he got to his feet and dusted himself off. Not that there was ever any dust in the Goetia mansion. But still. It helped to regain his dignity.
Looking around, it was clear Stolas was still asleep, judging by the soft sleep-hooting coming from the bird.
Blitz walked over to the sleeping owl and clambered up onto the ridiculously large bed, standing over Stolas as he slept. For a moment he wondered what the hell he was doing here. What he'd been thinking coming all this way. But he quickly shook the doubts away. Fuck it all, he did NOT come all this way to chicken out now. So, still staring down at Stolas, he bent down and gently poked the bird.
"Stolas."
The bird mumbled and groaned in his sleep, but did not wake.
Blitz nudged him a little harder. "Stolas, wake up."
But Stolas still didn't stir. Only mumbled to himself in his slumber. "Not tonight Blitzy, I'm tired," he sighed. And then went straight back to sleep-hooting again.
Blitz sighed, rolling his eyes. Guess it's time to bring out the big guns.
"Dammit Birdbrain, wake the fuck up!" he yelled, nearly kicking Stolas with his boot he nudged the bird so hard. Stolas gave a startled "HOOT!" and jolted awake. All four eyes darting around the room for the intruder who'd so rudely woken him. Both frantic and wrathful at once. Though the demon prince calmed instantly when he saw it was only his little imp.
Stolas gave a large sigh of relief. "Blitzy!" he gasped, "What are you doing here? I could have killed you!"
"Yeah, I know."
"Wait, what are you doing here? Am I late for our engagement?"
Stolas reached over to the bedside table to pick up the little alarm clock that lived there. "Blitzy! It's five in the damn morning!"
"Yeah, I know."
Stolas bristled, his feathers sticking out every which way. "What could you possibly need at this unholy hour?!
Blitz didn't react. "I just wanted to tell you something."
Stolas groaned, tired and frustrated. "Couldn't it have waited until a more reasonable hour?"
"No."
Stolas sighed very heavily at that. "Alright. What did you wish to tell me that simply couldn't wait?"
Blitz looked at him. The bird had bags under all four of his eyes, ruffled feathers, and a scowl on his face at having his beauty sleep so rudely interrupted. But Blitz wasn't deterred. If it meant he could go home and sleep, Blitz would face anything. Even a grumpy, sleep deprived Goetic demon who could petrify him with just a look.
"I love you," Blitz said calmly. Like it was the most basic fact in all of Hell. Because to Blitz, it was.
Stolas went quiet for a long moment, and after a while Blitz repeated the words just in case he'd misheard.
"Didya hear me, Birdbrain? I said I-"
"Yes," Stolas cut him off. Still shaking off his disbelief. Or maybe that was rage, Blitz couldn't really tell. But he didn't sound angry. "I heard you."
Blitz sighed, relieved to get that off his chest. "Right. Well, I'll head out now," he announced. "Let you get back to sleep." And finally, I can do the same.
Stolas just blinked at him, still processing his words, and Blitz turned around to head back out the way he came in. he was just about to hop off the ridiculously tall bed when a long fingered hand grabbed hold of his wrist.
"Wait, Blitzy!"
Against all of his best instincts, Blitz froze. He didn't try to run or fight the grip Stolas had on him, and remained where he stood. Eventually, he even managed to move his gaze over to Stolas face again.
"I..." the owl answered, voice trailing off for a moment, as if he didn't have the words. "I love you, too."
Blitz could see the little smile, the light blush on the bird's face as Stolas looked back at him. And warmth started to spread its way through his body at the sight. He could get used to that smile. He really could.
He smiled back.
"Now get in," Stolas ordered, throwing back the duvet so Blitz could climb in with him. "I need my sleep and so do you."
Blitz didn't need to be told twice. He quietly did as he was told and Stolas threw the covers back over the both of them. Quietly settling back down to sleep again. One arm curled around Blitz to keep him close. To press him into his feathers and floofy chest. The most comfortable place to rest in the world.
"Goodnight, Blitz."
Blitz sighed contentedly, relaxing against his lover. Face nearly buried in those super comfy chest feathers. Finally able to sleep. His body growing tired and heavy. His mind quieting enough to allow him to just drift off now he'd gotten that off his chest.
"G'night, Stolas."