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The palace is abuzz with everyone. Imps left and right moving around various pieces of furniture, and Stolas at the center of the foyer, keeping his Grimoire portal open for all of Blitz and Loona’s various boxes to be pushed through. He was deep in concentration making multiple Grimoire portals to multiple rooms, as he wanted to keep this as fast and simple as possible.
Millie and Moxxie bring in some of the multiple boxes from Blitz’s apartment that said “M&M sh*t” which are likely things he had stolen from their home. They put it down in the foyer and start sifting through it.
“That’s where my favorite pair of pants went!” Moxxie yells and growls under his breath, holding onto them tightly as if the box was gonna pull them back in. Millie just laughs and continues pulling out various items from the last multiple years of their friendship with Blitz. Including a selfie that was framed of all of them in a club, Moxxie very drunk and Millie perched on Blitz’s back. Blitz’s face is still crossed out in this picture. M&M knew what Blitz did to all of the pictures with himself in them, but they have never outright mentioned it to him.
Meanwhile, Loona and Via are trying to push Loona’s bed (previously Blitz’s bed) through the Grimoire portal into the previous guest room next to Via’s room, that was now going to be Loona’s.
“Just a little more!” Loona strains, trying not to make the bed completely fall on top of Via on the other side. “We could have just had my dad extend the portal!” she says, slightly annoyed and also straining, wishing she knew that levitation spell about now.
“Nah we can do it, it just takes some-finesse!” finally they pulled and pushed the bed through and they both fell through the portal, the bed turning on its side and thankfully landing right past Via and against the wall. Loona pats her paw on Via’s back, “See! Perfect”.
Blitz pushes the old couch he slept on into the apartment hall for some rando to claim, even though it has multiple rips from his horns and a constant smell of cheese.
“Good f*cking riddance” he says to the couch and kicks it for good measure, then goes back inside. For such a small ass apartment they had a lot of sh*t. Most of it was sh*t he doesn’t use or display, he just likes to look back on as if the memories of them would fade if he didn’t keep them in boxes to peruse when he’s bored. He continues packing up the kitchen when something falls from the top of the fridge. He looks down and it’s a small red book that’s spiral bound. He bends down and turns it over and flinches away when he sees the title.
“Tila’s Recipes”. His mother’s cookbook. His eyes involuntarily start tearing up and he grabs the book and goes to throw it but instead his claws just dig into it, threatening to tear it up with one hand. He closes his eyes and tries to take a deep breath but his head was spinning. He must have hid it from himself because of this. Because of how he reacts whenever he sees anything that was from his mother’s own hand. He opens it and flips through the recipes. Cookies, stew, cider, mac and cheese, etc. All the comfort foods his mom used to make before she got sick. He brings the pages to his nose and smells it, the comforting aroma of the myriad of spices she used among the dusty pages. The dust makes him sneeze and he squeezes the book to his chest, tucking it into his inside jacket pocket.
“Are you alright darling?” Stolas asks as he walks in through the portal and puts his hand on Blitz’s shoulder. He looks back at Via steadily holding the portal open and smiles. Blitz quickly wipes his tears and turns around and smiles at his boyfriend.
“Yes-yeah. Let’s finish this”. They pack up the kitchen, the bathroom, the rest of Loona’s room and to be honest, get rid of most of Blitz’s furniture from the living room. The walls bare and the floor vacuumed, Blitz puts his hands on his hips and wipes the sweat from his forehead.
“Pretty f*cking good if I say so myself”
Stolas acknowledges his work too, “I have to say it’s...almost livable looking” he giggles.
“Hey whatever” Blitz bumps him.
“Will you...miss living here?” Stolas asks him. He has always lived in the same palace his whole life, to live somewhere else would be exciting, but scary.
“Nah f*ck this place HARD” he makes thrusting gestures and Stolas laughs some more.
“Well, then let’s go start our new chapter” he smiles and picks Blitz up, walking through the portal, Via finally able to close it. Stolas puts Blitz down and he squeezes his owl’s talon, grateful he never has to see that f*cking apartment again.
After the obligatory pizza promised to M&M and the staff imps for assisting with the move-in, they say goodbye to their friends and close the palace doors. Blitz and Stolas both draw a collective sigh and look at one another, laughing.
“I thought this day was gonna go on for f*cking ever” Blitz says as he hugs Stolas and he squeezes his imp.
“Mhm but you’re finally here! Oh I’m so happy Blitz” he jumps up and down and claps his talons together. Blitz loves when he does that. It’s childish but so f*cking adorable.
“I’m happy too” he smiles up at his owl then starts walking through the long foyer. “I’m gonna go check on the girls” he points and heads down the hall.
“Alright love, I’ll start on the picture hall!” Stolas isn’t sure if he heard him but he’s excited about this project and walks towards the opposite hall, levitating the boxes of Blitz’s picture frames with him. He can’t wait to be able to walk down this hall to his study every single day and see not only the pictures of him and Octavia but Blitz’s own family pictures, and eventually, the pictures of all four of them together. As one family. Stolas gets giddy thinking about them as a real family. One he never got to have, that he can now make for his own daughter. Or-Daughters.
He opens the box and starts to pull out the pictures. There are so many. It’s clear that Blitz loves savoring those little moments, and wants reminders of those he loves at all times. Like this one with his mother and he guesses his little sister, and Blitz. Holding a card that says, “Happy Berth Moma”. So sweet. Then he looks at little Blitz but he can’t make out the face. He claps on the candles nearby and his eyes widen. Little Blitz has been scribbled out with some sort of permanent marker.
Who would vandalize his pictures like this? Was it his sister? Did she truly hate him so much that she would sneak into his home and cross Blitz out? Was it-Loona? Was she jealous of a family she never got as a younger pup? Stolas is even more concerned when he puts that picture down and behind it, many more laid in the box, all with Blitz’s face covered in that awful black marker. Black is my color, he had said. But he couldn’t have possibly...
“Watcha doin?” Blitz says behind him and Stolas almost jumps out of his feathers, dropping the frame he was holding back in the box. He feebly attempts to cover the box.
“Uh...nothing darling you should...go to the bedroom I will meet you soon!” Blitz narrows his eyes and pushes the bird to the side with ease, seeing his picture frames. He sighs and sits down next to the box, taking the one with his sister and mother in his claws.
“So you found the pictures” he just says solemnly.
Stolas holds up another one of him and M&M, the black marker covering almost his whole self.
“What is this??” he questions with concern, looking into his imp’s eyes. Blitz doesn’t talk for a moment then pushes down the picture in Stolas’s talon and sighs.
“It’s nothing, can we not talk about it?” he puts down the picture of his mom and sister back in the box and stands up, ignoring Stolas’s shocked face. Stolas doesn’t say anything, just looks up at him and holds the frame to his chest.
“Yeah actually I’m gonna go to the bedroom”. He walks with his head in his hands back to the foyer. Stolas frowns and looks around, waiting for Blitz to fully leave then uses his magic to undo the marker on the picture. He continues until every single one is clean, then closes the box for now.
