Helluva Day

we need to talk

Just those few words were enough to ruin Blitzø’s mood for two days straight, not to mention the sleepless night.For a long time, the two of them left what happened at Ozzie’s unaddressed. And it was great, honestly. The month had been tumultuous, to put it lightly, but during those few run-ins they had they were getting along surprisingly… good. It looked, however, like Stolas was finally having second thoughts and decided that further meetings with an imp weren’t worth it, no matter how good the sex was. Or he simply got bored with his ‘impish little plaything’. It didn’t matter what, Blitz couldn’t ignore the obvious fact any longer—all this time he had been a toy, worth only as much as he could offer. However sweet and charming was the owl prince, it was all just for the sake of getting the imp in bed. Every time he saved Blitzø from his troubles it was just out of worry for his priceless book, for his duties. Every time he would brighten up at the mere sight of Blitzø was just—Enough.But if he knew all this then, why did it still hurt?