[The shots rang out and the imps that help the prince prompted dropped him square on his ass with a little shocked hoot. Stolas didn't even need to turn his head to know who had been behind his rescue. There was no mistaking that voice. Even so, he still spun to look at the imp.]
Blitz?
[Was all he was able to breath out. So, he was stuck in this place too. Though current he seemed to be enjoying being here as he charged the hotel staff. For a moment, Stolas forgot about everything. Forgot about how long it had been since he saw him in the flesh. Forgot about how awkward things felt between them. Watching Blitzø mow through his would-be captors....Fuck, it was such a huge turn on. It was always a privilege to watch him work. If his legs weren't currently bound together, he would have used them to wrap around that-
No no no... Focus.
Shaking his head, he pushed those thoughts aside. Blitzø was right, he was powerful. If he was really in trouble, he could get out of this easily. Again he tried to shift into his true form which should have been as natural as breathing but again, it felt like there was a hand around his neck, preventing him from talking a gulp. This time, only the tips of his feathers turned inky black and nothing more. Well.... this was a problem...
While both were distracted, Stolas by his thoughts and Blitzø by the fight, another sneaky little imp crept up to lift the still restrained goetia. Tossing the prince over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he tried to make a speedy retreat down the hall.]
Not to be a bother, but would you be a dear and untie me? [Stolas called back to Blitzø.]
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Blitz?
[Was all he was able to breath out. So, he was stuck in this place too. Though current he seemed to be enjoying being here as he charged the hotel staff. For a moment, Stolas forgot about everything. Forgot about how long it had been since he saw him in the flesh. Forgot about how awkward things felt between them. Watching Blitzø mow through his would-be captors....Fuck, it was such a huge turn on. It was always a privilege to watch him work. If his legs weren't currently bound together, he would have used them to wrap around that-
No no no... Focus.
Shaking his head, he pushed those thoughts aside. Blitzø was right, he was powerful. If he was really in trouble, he could get out of this easily. Again he tried to shift into his true form which should have been as natural as breathing but again, it felt like there was a hand around his neck, preventing him from talking a gulp. This time, only the tips of his feathers turned inky black and nothing more. Well.... this was a problem...
While both were distracted, Stolas by his thoughts and Blitzø by the fight, another sneaky little imp crept up to lift the still restrained goetia. Tossing the prince over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he tried to make a speedy retreat down the hall.]
Not to be a bother, but would you be a dear and untie me? [Stolas called back to Blitzø.]