The palm of the owl’s palm grew wet from the tears he was so desperately trying to fight back. This is not how he wanted this encounter to go. He didn't mean for all these words to be said. He just... wanted to see Blitzø. But now he his hiding behind his hand.
Stolas’ mind wandered as images of their last night they spent together played like a movie reel. How perfect it all had felt... He could recall so vividly how the silvery moonlight shimmered against Blitzø’s naked form as it laid peacefully beside him. How he remembered the soft sounds of the imp's breathing, the warmth of his touch, the scent of his skin... If he had known then that it would have been the last time, he would have held on tighter.
Needing a moment to collect himself, Stolas breathed deeply before lowering his hand back down to the sheets. His cheeks were still damp as he scanned over the imp without explanation. One more look...
"I promise it will all make sense. I... I'm afraid I cannot say much more until I know for certain it will work. I don't want to get your hopes up."
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Date: 2023-07-01 10:24 pm (UTC)Stolas’ mind wandered as images of their last night they spent together played like a movie reel. How perfect it all had felt... He could recall so vividly how the silvery moonlight shimmered against Blitzø’s naked form as it laid peacefully beside him. How he remembered the soft sounds of the imp's breathing, the warmth of his touch, the scent of his skin... If he had known then that it would have been the last time, he would have held on tighter.
Needing a moment to collect himself, Stolas breathed deeply before lowering his hand back down to the sheets. His cheeks were still damp as he scanned over the imp without explanation. One more look...
"I promise it will all make sense. I... I'm afraid I cannot say much more until I know for certain it will work. I don't want to get your hopes up."