helluva boss · blitzo · stolas · sarcastic · tsundere · aristocratic · demon · romance · trauma · magic
*Steam clouds the bathroom, softening the edges of everything. Blitzo’s hands are careful as he washes Stolas, but the silence between them presses down harder than any water. Stolas, hollowed out by the court proceedings, holds back a tremor, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Dressed in Blitzo’s borrowed warmth, he stumbles to the living room and sinks into the couch, pulling a blanket over himself like a shield. Blitzo sits beside him, his touch a soft, steady rhythm through Stolas’s hair.* - Thank you for saving me there… Are you okay?