"Blitz, There Is A Crowd Full Of People Here Who Cared So Much, They Throw An Entire Fucking Party About

"Blitz, there is a crowd full of people here who cared so much, they throw an entire fucking party about hating you every year. Do you know how much you have to care to do something as stupid as that?"

What really appeals Stolitz to me as an aspec person is that the sex is not like the end goal, it’s not what we’re looking forward to or anticipating. We’ve long gone over that bridge and now we’re waiting for the emotional climax of their relationship where they learn to communicate healthily and it becomes less about the sex

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Blitz looked at the handkerchief for a moment like he didn't recognize what it was, then actually smiled. The smile was small and sad and maybe it didn't touch the heartache at all, but that was alright. Moxxie's kind gesture was something, surprising enough to be distracting. By now, Blitz wouldn't be surprised if Moxxie took the opportunity to get a few digs in, kick him while he was down. He was fairly certain the other imp didn't like him much, and this would be a good time, a strategic time...

But Moxxie wasn't going out of his way to hurt him. The handkerchief wasn't the prelude to a sneer or an insult. He stayed. He didn't have to. He could just walk out. They were the only two here, no one would know, but he was here. Staying with Blitz. It mattered. It helped.

Blitz took the handkerchief and pressed it against his eyes, just letting the tears soak in for a few painful moments as he fought to control his breathing. Everything felt cataclysmic right now, like the world was going to fall apart, but it wasn't. It wasn't, he reminded himself more firmly, wiping the tears away.

"Thanks," Blitz said very softly, crushing the handkerchief in his hand, unable to let it go yet, staring at the floor. "All this time, Mox, I've... I've been in love with Stolas. Since our first night together. I just... don't know how. Love is supposed to work. Fucking obviously, right? But I thought he--that I was a toy. He called me his impish little plaything. That's how it fucking started, so sure, why not? His dad bought me for him when we were kids, why wouldn't he think that's all that... I'm good for.

"But tonight he took the book back. Permanently. And he said I didn't have to come back unless I wanted to. And I thought..." Blitz wrapped his arms around his head. "I thought he was fucking with me. Roleplaying. But he wasn't, and he didn't want to hear me talk, he just broke it off and I chased him and then finally understood that he-- I think he fucking loved me. And I reached out and he used his magic and sent me out and he left and he's gone. And I'm a fucking mess. It's....

"Fuck, you know? Just... fuck."

Having gotten all of that out seemed to have helped somewhat, at least; Blitz physically relaxed a little more, leaning against the wall instead of staying hunched in a ball, and he looked over at Moxxie.

"So, uh... how... was your night?"

Moxxie had never seen Blitzo sob like this before. He almost stood there in shock. He looked around to be sure they were alone. He had always known Blitzo to be the clownish type to deflect with humor project on the defensive. Sometimes it was hurtful. It hurt less when Moxxie figured out that Blitzo was a damaged imp like himself. But seeing this  just stung.

“Blitz…” he stepped forward and allowed his boss to sink to the floor, not trying to keep him standing or interrupting him. If he had something to share then it was best to let him air it.

He kept saying Stolas was gone. His mind jumped to the worst case scenario. Had Stella finally succeeded? Had that asshole Striker killed Stolas? Had another assassin?

It might be too delicate a question to ask while Blitzo was like this. But then again, the elephant wasn’t just in the room, it was suffocating them. So instead he went and sat beside Blitzo on the floor. Looking at him, he pulled out his handkerchief and offered it to Blitzo.

“Do you want to talk about it? Maybe it’ll help. I know when I’m alone and bottle things up, the feelings ‘grow.’”

He had noticed over the years Blitzo stalked them on dates, invaded their space, insisted on being called a ‘family. But more and more he understood that the other imp was trying to supplant himself into what he imagined a happy family must be. So maybe offering attentiveness could help. The Stolas comment had him jumpy too but he would let Blitzo explain that.

It was too early in the morning, and far too peaceful a morning at that, to feel anything but contentment when Angel agreed to go. Blitz smiled, watching him stand up and take the board. He didn't try to look at his feet, didn't even say anything about them, just waited until Angel was in the water, until Angel turned to look at him, calling out like that... Fuck, that guy was so light somehow. Blitz knew that was partially an illusion, because Angel had a hell of a lot of trauma dragging him down, but still, there was something special about him. Maybe it was just charisma, maybe it was just--whatever it was that drew everyone to him so readily. But it drew Blitz, too.

He watched for a moment longer, enjoying the view, before he ran out into the water too. Blitz chucked his board down and laid on it, wiggling around until he felt like he was in a good position to start paddling. Then, he looked over at Angel. This... was definitely a bad idea. The worst idea, maybe. But fuck it, why not? Why not take the opportunity to steal a beautiful moment now and then, when they could? It wasn't like the world was just going to offer them up for free.

"I don't want you to drown," Blitz said, finally answering him. He just looked at Angel for a moment more, floating next to him, then nodded to a little point of land. "Let's paddle out to get parallel with that, but not too close to shore. And then... uh, you know. We'll um... It'll be worth it." It would, he told himself firmly, trying not to be nervous. He had practiced with the crystal often enough by now, even if every time it left him feeling a little more hollow with heartache, a little more lost without the lover he'd almost had, the lover he couldn't hold onto, that he ought to be confident in his ability to open the portals. Still, taking Angel out of Hell... Lucifer might get pissed at them for it whenever they came back, and Blitz didn't know what it might really mean to be on the receiving end of Lucifer's fury. Probably nothing good...

But what the fuck.

Life was full of shit that was never good.

Blitz started paddling, focused and just enjoying the physicality of it, the feeling of the board moving as he dug his hands into the water. The ocean of Hell were listless and lifeless at best, but this was still nice, still fun. And once they were far enough out that he didn't think anyone could stop them, Blitz looked over at Angel and nodded. "Let's take a trip. A short one. But let's go somewhere the water's actually fucking beautiful."

He didn't wait to see if Angel agreed. Blitz might lose his nerve if he did. Instead, he opened the portal there and paddled through it to the other side--

To Earth.

The sunlight was brilliant. It felt like it sang against his skin. The water was alive, vibrant and alive and even the way it moved was different. It was early morning there too, near the tropical island he was now floating off of, the sun barely above the horizon. The wind felt bright, and the crashing of waves on the golden sand was somehow soothing rather than intimidating, at least to Blitz. It was beautiful here... He sat up straight and then leaned his head back, eyes closed, trying not to listen to hear if Angel came through the portal, waiting and hoping all the same.

Blitz had needed this, he realized. Needed to be somewhere beautiful, somewhere alive. His heart was a hollow place these days, an aching place, and moments like this might keep it going a little while longer.

Angel was used to an absolutely terrible sleep schedule, having consistently gotten home in the middle of the night - uh, morning? - when Valentino would work him until he could practically not stand anymore. It had been an odd thing to be able to have a vacation, something that everyone had agreed to in the Pride Ring - even Valentino. Now that Lucifer was 'back in action', he was pretty sure his boss didn't want to upset the Princess. Angelic steel wasn't the only thing that could kill a sinner for good.

Because of that though, he had woken up far earlier than he had been wanting to. Of course, the one opportunity he has to sleep in, and his body is on high alert. Decades of cocaine addiction and partying into the night would do that, he supposed. But there was no point just wasting the few free days he had in this relaxing place just staring at his ceiling. Which was what had gotten him up and going to the beach, even if he was by himself.

In a way, that had been nicer. Not that he minded company, being an absolute extrovert. But while everyone else was resting - or fucking, who knew, that seemed like something that would probably happen this week and he totally wasn't jealous - he felt like he didn't have to put on that celebrity facade. Sometimes, Angel just liked to be comfortable. It was why he had gone to the beach in a pair of swim trunks which absolutely still screamed Angel Dust, but were much less revealing and more cozy. A pink matching bikini top over the fluff of his chest.

He had been sitting along the edge of the beach, knees brought up to his chest, watching the sun rise. Well, rise as much as it could in Hell. It was pretty - prettier than anything he had seen since dying, really. But he was drawn away from it as he heard the drag of the surf board, even before Blitzo had talked. The spider more or less glanced in that direction, laughing lightly as the small imp struggled with both the boards.

"Yeh' look like yeh' could use some help there." He teased, though didn't move from his spot, eyes taking in the imp. God, he was so hot. He didn't even pretend to not be checking him out, though pink eyes met gold as he raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like ah' got time? Of course ah' do. Starin' out inta' the ocean, or well, whatever excuse we have f' an ocean in Hell....it ain't exactly occupin' all mah' time." He laughed, though he knew what Blitz was going to ask him before he even did. No way would he be dragging two boards otherwise.

"Well it's a good thing there ain't no waves tah' catch, because unless yeh' want meh' tah' drown, that ain't no good idea. Ah' have no fuckin' clue how tah' surf." He stressed, though finally stood, brushing the sand from the revealed white fur of his thighs. He hadn't considered getting into the water, uncertain of what to do about his boots, pausing for a moment before he took one of the boards.

"But fine. Ah' ain't gonna say no. Especially if it's just....sittin' there." He looked out to the ocean, back to his boots, back to the ocean, and - "....if yeh' look at mah' feet, Blitz, ah' swear to fuckin' Satan that ah' will absolutely shoot yeh'." He stressed, bending down momentarily to unzip the sides of the long black boots he so commonly wore, pulling them off his fluffy feet and setting them aside. Before Blitz could even say anything, he was running towards the water with the board, laughing and making sure he was submerged up to at least his knees sooner rather than later. "Well? Yeh' comin'?"

[for @poisonedspider, continued from here]

Vox smiled when Angel actually accepted the drink, then even more when he spoke to him. Despite them having lived together for so long, he and Angel had had very few one-on-one conversations. When they did, they were usually something short and to the point, like Vox asking what kind of pizza Angel wanted, or the civil exchange of greetings. The two of them didn't interact all that often, certainly not directly. All this time, that had been by design--his design, not Angel's. Vox didn't want the interaction or the intimacy. He didn't want the risk. Too much time with Angel might upset Valentino--or Angel, for that matter--and there was always too much work to do to risk adding more to it. Vox had so many projects happening at any given time, his attention was being pulled in so many directions, that he didn't enjoy having to deal with emotional...

Issues.

But lately, he'd begun realizing that was a mistake--especially when it came to Angel Dust.

The Tower was a little too quiet without Angel around. Something unexpected was missing when he wasn't there, something Vox couldn't name or fully understand; whatever it was, it left an ache behind, left the world too quiet. So this? Having an uncomplicated moment together? It felt nice. Overdue. Stupid, maybe, for so many reasons, but still. Nice.

Vox walked alongside him, smiling--the smile half for Angel and half for the sharks they were going to see.

When one of Angel's arms brushed his shoulder, Vox shivered. He buttoned his shirt up, realizing that maybe he wasn't comfortable showing quite so much of his pale blue skin right now, and hoped Angel hadn't noticed. It wasn't that he didn't trust Angel, it was--something else. Something about Angel, something Vox knew better than to think about. Something dangerous.

Something tempting.

"There's a difference between not being busy," he pointed out, twitching an eyebrow, "and being interested in doing something. Allegedly," playfulness making his eyes seem to sparkle, "it's good for people to just have some downtime. To do nothing." Not that Vox bothered with that often.. or at all. Relaxation was for people who didn't have their own business empires to run; even here, even now, he was constantly processing data and monitoring the projects that needed it most.

Angel probably knew him well enough to know that, and might well make fun of him for it, which Vox wouldn't even be able to say was wrong of him. There were things Angel and Valentino both seemed to understand about being a person that Vox just... didn't. But that was fine. It took all sorts, right? Either way, Vox was happy. There was some pep in his step as the two of them walked along to the lagoon, although for once, Vox didn't seem to be in a hurry. He wasn't rushing--walking next to Angel Dust wasn't something that should be rushed.

"So, do you... have any plans for this week? Other than look incredible, of course."