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[The video is of Stolas sitting on the edge of his king bed - both hands are visible, one glowing purple-blue with a matching glow limning the edges of the video.

Apart from the fact Stolas's loose double-breasted vest is hanging off one shoulder, the black shirt beneath half-unbuttoned - he's still acting professional and regally poised.]

I regret to have to add to the list of names currently concerning people, but it seems that Blitz has also fallen into a coma.

[He makes an apparently idle gesture, and the camera swings around, revealing the rest of the bed - and Blitz, in a three-horse-moon t-shirt and black boxers, sprawled out like a collapsed ragdoll.]

I plan on looking after him for the immediate future. That is all.

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Well, shit.

Coming over to see him.

Of course. [With a nod that's halfway to a bow.] My door will remain open for you, Trevor.

Thanks.

[god, he feels strange being bowed to. Trevor signs off, and goes knocking at Stolas' door in the meantime]

[Stolas's door is somewhere on par with Dracula's - at least in terms of height, though it's a far simpler bedroom door with his sigil emblazoned above it - and when Trevor approaches Stolas opens it for him from within.]

I do apologise for not informing you sooner, Trevor. [He lets the human walk in, and his own hands fold over his chest to start wringing anxiously.] I just wanted to make sure he was alright, first.

[oh good, another tall, aristocratic demon bastard. Trevor at least likes Stolas, the guy's been nothing but nice, as far as he can see.

He gives a short nod up at the bird demon, walking in]

S'fine.

You want him here? Might be weird sleeping next to him when he's like this.

Have you discussed with him his preferences on this matter?

Given the sheer number of times Blitz has woken up in my bed, I felt it would fit as somewhere safe for him to wake up. Discussing the matter further at this point is somewhat difficult given his current fucking state.

I hate to inform you of this if you were not aware, but he also regularly wakes up in my bed during his time here. Most nights, in fact. And I do recall asking if you had, meaning in the past, spoken to him on the topic.

[There's a little floofing of his neck feathers in irritation.]

It's not something we have made a point to discuss previously, no.

Then I will have to ask if this is about his comfort or yours.

I see nothing wrong with the fact that the two align in this instance.

Very convenient.

You'll forgive me if I don't have a huge amount of faith in your ability to objectively consider his needs when yours are involved.

And I am in no way preventing you from coming to check on him yourself, if you're going to slander me about the whole fucking matter.

Slander requires a statement claimed as fact about an individual. My belief, or opinion, is not 'slander'. However much evidence I may have of the fact.

I don't think you'll injure him, Dummkopf. But I object to your unilateral decision to keep him in your room without discussing it with his warden or myself as if he might not have made such a decision and shared it with either of us.

It doesn't speak well to your priorities.

So tell me, then. Has he discussed it with any of you before? Because while I do adore Blitz I doubt he has put the forethought into considering something that will negatively impact him personally.

[He loves Blitz. He also acknowledges Blitz is a bit stupid, especially when it comes to his own wellbeing.]

Yes, you know Blitzø. But you don't know me and it never occurred to you to ask if perhaps we made those arrangements.

How often do you concern yourself with the other people in his life, exactly?

I'm aware of the other people in his life back in Hell, certainly. His little coworkers and some of his particularly obstinate ex-lovers. I can't say I've been motivated much to mind the other people in his life except for where he requests their presence when I've proven insufficient to my fucking face.

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[ A snort. ]

'His little coworkers'... Allfather, how do you manage to not to walk into walls.

[His feathers visibly ruff up this time as a sour look crosses his face. There's a more distinct glow to his eyes, as well.]

Do you actually want to see Blitz or are you simply set on insulting me, because quite frankly I am not in the fucking mood.

I don't need to see him.

[ And frankly, if he did, he'd be tempted to abscond with him. Temptation must be managed.]

As I said, I don't think you'll harm his unconscious body. You just aggravate me. In so very many ways. Especially around how you treat him.

Perhaps you weren't there for the screaming row Blitz had with me in the fucking hallway about how he failed to inform me of an assassin that was sent to kill me, who successfully did so - which would not have happened if he'd fucking told me about it to begin with? How about how he took me on the first date I've ever been on in my life back home, as an excuse to stalk his coworkers and very nearly got me put in the papers as a fucking embarrassment?

[ Allfather help him. ]

And what does any of that have to do with the price of fish in Mittengelt?

[ Ugggh. ]

Where in any of that did I proclaim him to be a perfect saint who has never done something cruel or thoughtless to you? Do you think his mistakes give you rights to also be a jackass?

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Maybe I just want to be upset for once about the fact that one of the only good things to ever happen to me still treats me like less than a fucking human!!

As if you haven't been upset about it! Why does the fact that I'm "human" matter at all in this equation?

That's what you're fixated on?

[For all the ways he has with words, for some reason he just can't fucking articulate what the fucking difference is.

It's not about Florian being human, it's about him being better. That for the first time in his life Stolas has found someone that makes him happy - wholly, uniquely, selfishly, after spending his whole life being what everyone else wanted him to be. That he has finally found something, someone that he wants for himself - and frankly, that he doesn't even mind sharing, because that's the nature of their relationship, this fragile transactionary arrangement - to learn that not only is he perfectly replacable, but that he's apparently not even sufficient as a replacement. Risking his station, his entire life apparently, in loving someone who didn't consider him worth the fucking bother.

Stolas just sighs, and there's a faint slit of white in his red eyes as his jaw works, his pupils making a brief appearance in the near-blinding glow of his eyes.]

Please disregard that, herr Leickenbloom.

[ Sometimes, Florian envies the unrepentant jackasses. He misses knowing that the world is in the red when it comes to him, that they've all done such crimes that he can be cruel or cavalier.

He knows better now and he hates that knowledge at times. He hates that no one here has done anything worthy of his worst and that their need, their wounds, cry out to his best.

He rubs his face with both hands before he sighs.]

Noted.

The question is, Stolas: do you want to know why?

Edited 2024-09-18 04:29 (UTC)

I think Blitz made it rather clear that you possess something I lack.

[And in his mind that's more or less a full, damning sentence.]

[ He scrubs one hand before breathing out. ]

I'm not attempting to lord over you, Stolas.

I am asking you if you would like advice.

[........well it probably can't hurt.]

I'd be honoured to hear anything you're willing to part with.

Stop thinking about how he makes you feel and look at what he says, what he does, how he acts. Who he is, which includes what he cares about.

Think about it. Think about it and use every ounce of that clever mind on the task.

[ at first, just the sound of a low, but very amused chuckle. ]

Do I want to know what you find so amusing?

You all right?

Of course! My lover is in a coma and my warden has fucking vanished from the ship, why wouldn't I be perfectly fine??

I figured. I can bring booze over.

I see.

[People have been vanishing and dropping like flies lately.]

You need anyone to bring anything? Books? Food? Company?

[There's someone who looks like a kid on the screen, earnest and worried. He doesn't really know Stolas, but ~~he has the good sense not to pick a fight right now~~ he knows what it's like for a warden to disappear, sort of. He can easily imagine how much worse it would feel if he hadn't graduated first. Having someone close to him immediately get knocked out after? It's like insult along with fresh injury.]

If you need-- You probably have plenty of people saying they'll help 'if you need anything' but. If you want to go to the Enclosure to visit somewhere you like, or visit the Enclosure to blow stuff up, or go to the Lounge for better drinks if you like those...

I'm Edwin. I have other ideas too. I can say them until something feels right if you want.

[Cain doesn't habitually respond to anything or anyone on open network, but this catches his attention immediately only because he has recently come to view Blitz as a friend of sorts... and so this is very relevant to his interests.

And... he thinks he might have an idea of just who this guy is.]

Fucking hell. [Muttered, first, before he exhales sharply through his nose.] You're Stolas, right?

[Four red eyes blink simultaneously at Cain.]

I am, yes. I... don't believe we've had the pleasure to meet yet. I can only assume you're a friend of Blitz's?

... Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.

['Friends' as an actual concept is still a bit weird, okay. And... wow, that sure is four eyes blinking. He can't help a moment of staring, though with how used to Blitz's appearance he is now he does at least try not to make it obvious.]

Is he-.. okay? I mean, obvious aside.

By all accounts - and in this place it seems to be the case with more people than not - comas are perfectly harmless, if disorienting after the fact. I've heard it also referred to as stasis, which I'll admit to being the more accurate description of the two.

[Huff...]

Yeah, sounds like it. [From what he knows of stasis, in any case.] So, what, it just fuckin'... happens. Hasn't been that long since I saw him.

Quite. There's no apparent rhyme or reason to it. My-

[He pauses, takes a visible breath, and settle his ruffled feathers down with one hand in a smooth glide down his neck.]

My former warden happened to fall into stasis mid-conversation with me.

What the fuck?

[Give him a second with that. He rubs one hand over his face.

(One (1) new fear unlocked.)

Cain pauses, then as if he realises something he fumbles the device in his hands and switches the conversation to 'private'. For all the good it will do, he's at least only concerned about a surface level of privacy.]

Figure he'll be fine with you. Don't tell him I was worried.

Yes, you won't have to worry there. I'm quite familiar with protecting Blitz, and I have the full extent of my powers granted back to me.

[He figures Blitz is going to work out he was concerned regardless and probably make fun of him for it. No need to make it easier for him.

But he is a little... surprised? Given what they had talked about he hadn't expected Stolas to be quite like this, at least not when it came to Blitz. He seems so... composed.]

He gone down like this before?

[Abel has quite a few close friends who were upset by the disappearance of Mr. Caffrey, though he can't help but notice that Blitz's stasis has unfortunate timing for Stolas. Poor man.]

September seems to be taking quite a toll. How are you holding up?

Is there anything I can do for you? I don't mind stopping by the library for you, bring some books by to pass the time?

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