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It's been about six months since certain crystals had been given and received and, with the passing of time and proof of consistency, love has been spoken into the space between horns and feathers, given and received in equal turn.
They've been doing so good, keeping up with each for regular meet ups, and other, erm, other kinds of meet ups, and coffee dates in Stolas's fucking excellent kitchen with his ridiculous selection of coffee flavors and Blitz is getting a little proud of himself and his best bird. Like usual, as soon as he gets comfortable he gets a thought that he can't kick out of the dumb dick part of his brain, though maybe this one isn't as bad as they usually are (it definitely isn't).
This time, Blitz gets it in his head that he can try the whole date thing again. Be a proper romantic about it and show Stolas that he can be more than he's given himself credit for in the past.
He can be the kind of guy who takes his hot fucking birdbrained boyfriend on a hot fucking date that will, most likely, end up in some other very enticing hot things.
Ozzie's is out for a wide variety of reasons, ranging from "the worst possible sense memory of getting his proverbial ass handed to him in every highschoolers nightmare scenario", to the fact that it's Fizz's big fuckin' boyfriend's place and he wants to indulge in the cheesy romantic shit he's never allowed himself (and he knows will put the most beautiful blush on those feathered cheeks just knows it, can't fuckin' wait for it) but would prefer not to have a play-by-play relayed to Fizz who will never let him live it down.
So he sucks it up and asks Moxxie (who is, predictably, completely insufferable about it), and gets a recommendation good enough that he lets his pompous dickhead behavior slide with only a bit of mocking. Before he knows it he's dressed in his best suit (jet black, tight as sin, and complemented by a pair of platform boots he definitely didn't five-finger-discount because his boyfriend is ten solid feet of sexy), holding a bouquet, and staring slack jawed at Stolas because holy fuckin shit he's lucky. His long legs are wrapped in a low slung pair of slacks perfectly tailored to make Blitz want to get lost between those feathered thighs. His shirt open so low he can see his chest feathers fluffed and fuck he wants to put his mouth there too. But the choker, a gift from Blitz, is the thing that does him in. Just his gift, sitting tight and beautiful and perfect against his pretty throat.
Fuck.
He looks fuckin gorgeous (he always does, but this kind of subtle confidence has Blitz's blood hot).
He tells Stolas as much because he deserves to hear it and he's working on the communication bullshit.
"Fuck you're pretty," he says as he moves closer. Stolas blushes, which hell yea, but then he hands him the fuckin flowers he bought (actually bought) and Blitz is momentarily concerned they won't make it to dinner based on the look he gets in return.
Alas, they power through (more like save it for later but who's counting) and with a quick walk through a portal, they're seated at a dimly lit club with an honest-to-Satan string quartet playing. They're holding hands across the table and Blitz's heart might just give out from how happy he is (and how happy Stolas looks, because he did that, he made him happy and he can do that and that's a fuck load to think about).
Blitz is floating on a cloud, so obviously something comes along to try to fuck it up.
Some hoity toity prude scoffs at them from a nearby table, loudly and often enough to garner their attention and Blitz is about to grab his flintlock and let it do the talking, when the fuckhead mumbles, "Can't believe he's out with an Imp," pointing to Stolas, and yeap, Blitz is definitely gonna kill this sonuvabitch.
"You mother fucker do you know what I do for a living?" he shouts back, reaching for his holster despite Stolas squeezing his hand in a silent plea to show restraint.
The sinner piece of shit scoffs at him again and says, "Who do you think you are, tangling with royalty? It's sick."
A million of Blitz's worst fears and thoughts of himself start to close in and he's quickly losing his grip on calm. His eyes are hot and the hand not holding Stolas's (he hasn't let go, they haven't let go, he can't let go, not again) is clenched so tight to avoid grabbing the pistol he thinks he's close to breaking it.
Suddenly, a soft taloned hand touches his face and turns his head away from that classist fuck, and his ichor eyes meet four stunning rubies and he's back in his body, back from the edge.
"He's not worth it darling," Stolas says sweetly, "Shall we take a walk? I'd like to show you off a bit," he winks one of his lower eyes and looks so fucking in love that it heals something that's been festering in Blitz since Ozzie's. Stolas isn'thiding behind a menu this time, not shrinking back in embarrassment. Across from him is just his favorite fucking stupid bird that he loves, loving him out loud back in front of some unimportant fuck he should forget about. In a second, he's back in the driver's seat.
He calmly turns back to the sinner, hops down from his chair and says, "Get fucked shithead, I'm his darling. That's who I am."
He walks over to Stolas and holds out his hand to help him up like a gentleman would, and he gets another honeyed blush and a fluff of feathers and it's worth it. All of it, for this moment here.
"Shall we, pretty bird?" he says, pitching his voice low to see that shiver run through Stolas. Oh, his bird is going to get it good tonight.
"Yes, my love," Stolas replies, a little breathless, placing a taloned hand in his.
They walk out together, hand-in-hand and heart-in-heart, until Stolas pulls him in for a heated kiss outside the restaurant in front of all and sundry, and fuck it feels like coming home and it feels so good to be wanted in the light. The kiss turns soft and deep, tongues syrupy sweet against one another, and hands wandering as much as possible in polite company.
"I love you, you know," he says into the humid space between them, just to keep that blush where it belongs, and to hear the cute little bird noise Stolas always makes when Blitz catches him off guard with declarations of love. And also because it's his most honest truth.
"Oh darling," Stolas sighs, "I love you too, more than you know."