72. Balustrade

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I always wonder how you can sit there so easily, Blitzy."

How? On my butt. And depending on how rough you were with me, it's not always as easy," Blitz gives him a mischievous grin and laughs out when the owl-demon blushes lightly.

You know what I mean," Stolas hands him a cup of steaming coffee and leans onto the balustrade of the balcony, eyeing the imp from the side.

For once, I don't, Birdie," Blitz tilts his head, kicking his legs that are dangling down the balustrade.

You could...fall down there and...you have no wings or anything to catch yourself with. No rope no...anything. You're merely wearing boxers right now..."

Yeah, but they're my special boxers. They turn into a parachute when I blow my nose."

Stolas chokes on his own coffee when he now has to laugh out loudly at this.

Hey!" Blitz quickly starts hitting him onto his back, „Kinky session is over for today, Birdbrain! No choking on me now!"

Giggling and still gasping for breath, Stolas recovers from his near-death experience and searches Blitz' eyes, „Thought...this was your assassin skill there to...finally get rid of me, after all..."

Hmpf. I promise to be less cruel if I ever get that desire..." Blitz' smile softens and he now almost too tenderly cups the prince's cheek and wipes his tears from choking away for him, „You good?"

Yes," Stolas blushes even more and nuzzles into the touch.

His feathers are soft and the light blush makes him look even cuter than normally...

Blitz feels his own face heating up and he quickly pulls his hand back, looking away again and clearing his throat, „Hrmhrm... Uhm... About...me falling down the balcony... Why would I worry about that? It's not like I fall down easily."

Stolas, a little sad that the tender touch ended so soon, now quirks a brow at him, „Blitzy, as much as I like to make you compliments... You can be a little...clumsy at times... Especially if you don't pay attention to something..."

Blitz huffs out and rolls his eyes, but the moment he turns his head back to look at Stolas and give him a piece of his mind for this, he's met with four worried, soft eyes and a thick lump blocks his throat.

He continues to just stare at Stolas and then tries to wash this lump away with his coffee. But damn, those eyes again...

Who cares?" Blitz hears his own words and can't help a tiny wince.

What Stolas thankfully doesn't notice because of his own heavy wince.

You...should..." Stolas' eyes move down, past the balustrade, then he looks at Blitz again and suddenly gently, but firmly grabs his wrist, „And I do."

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The imp knows that this has been a mistake. And he can't hate himself enough for just saying the first thing that came into his mind in that moment.

But the way, Stolas is holding on to him now, obviously in an attempt to make sure that he doesn't fall... It somehow feels good...

Relaaaax, Birdbrain!" Blitz manages to laugh out perfectly, convincingly real and gently snaps the tip of his tail against Stolas' cheek, „I'm just messing with ya!"

The prince furrows his brows, searching his eyes for a moment, before pouting lightly, „That's not funny at all, Blitz. I... Please, get down from there..."

Stolas," Blitz sighs softly, „Don't be so dramatic again. I won't fall."

The owl-demon frowns again and looks aside, but still doesn't let go.

And...even if I WOULD...it's not that high. It's not like this is the top of the castle after all. I'd probably not even break anything if I land in the bushes..."

Not even break anything... Blitz, are you even listening to yourself?!" Stolas visibly grows more and more upset despite the imp's best attempts and it's obvious that he'd turn away now to hide this, but can't do so because he still doesn't want to let go of the other.

Blitz feels a strange pang of guilt out of a sudden. He spoiled the mood. AGAIN. Why does that keep happening to him?! Every time he allows himself to stay with the owl-demon for a longer time it somehow happens that the carefree, good communication between them is ruined by something. Mostly by something the imp does or says or...gets wrong and therefore becomes distant again.

Blitz grits his teeth. He should stop with this. How much more proof does he need for understanding that he simply isn't capable of...whatever he tries to have with the prince again and again?! He's only hurting...and worrying Stolas with these fruitless actions. And...himself... Plus he's fooling both of them.

Yes. It's probably best if he leaves now.

Growing up in a circus does that to you, I guess..." the imp hears his own soft voice and can barely believe it, but neither can he stop his own prattling, „Being not afraid of injuries, I mean..."

Is that why you're so reckless as an assassin now as well?" Stolas sniffs lowly and searches his eyes, his own glistening in the early morning sun, „And have been as a bodyguard?"

Maybe," Blitz gives a tiny shrug and puts his coffee onto the balustrade now, using his free hand to gently pry Stolas' hand off his wrist now and take it in both of his own instead, „But you honestly don't have to worry about me because of that. I may be clumsy, but I'm just as skilled, when it really matters. Otherwise I would already be..." he quickly bites his tongue, realizing that he's doing it AGAIN.

Stolas searches his eyes and offers a tiny smile, „I know you're good, Blitz. I... I've witnessed you work after all. It's just...you're not at work here and... And I..."

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