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Blitzø stared.
He blinked.
He stared again.
Nope. Still there.
He rubbed his eyes.
Still there.
This… couldn’t be happening.
“Darling? Are you alright?”
“… Cookie Cutter” Blitzø almost didn’t recognize his voice. “Stolas… how…”
The stable had been Stolas’ idea. Blitzø would have never even dared to dream it, but Stolas had surprised him one morning, when he had showed him the plans for the garden as they ate their Sunday Pancakes in the Nest.
“… and here I was thinking of putting the stables.”
Blitzø had stared at him. Stolas had gone on. “It is the best place, see this part can become” check words on a piece of paper “paddocks, for a couple of horses, and there is a place for a tack room here…”
“… stables?”
“Yes? I had assumed you would want them.”
Blitzø had looked at him. “Stols you don’t… you don’t have to, I mean, it is ok, you don’t…”
“But I want to.”
And then Stolas had smiled at him, and Blitzø’s heart had expanded five time and lodged somewhere in the vicinity of his throat, and somehow he was in the stupidly beautiful bird’s lap and they were kissing.
And now they were here. The palace was… different. Inside it was not the cold, cavernous* palace anymore. The ceilings had been lowered, with mezzanines that made nice nooks and crannies for imps, and there were drawings and photos aside from the stately paintings.
Oh and horse décor.
Of course.
It looked… it looked like a house that Blitzø could consider a home.
Just a very big one.
(He would get used to it)
They had been touring the garden, and Stolas had been showing Blitzø how the survivors of the first garden were being re-integrated with the second, and then they reached the stable, and Blitzø….
Blitzø couldn’t believe his eyes.
“… That is… That is Cookie Cutter.”
The last time he has seen her, she had been running from the explosion and the flame that heralded the destruction of the Imp Circus, together with the other horses. But it was her. Older, but her. She had been the youngest of the circus horse though, barely three, so she wasn’t so terribly old now, for a hellhorse. He could see the little scar from where an accident with a gate door when she was a filly.
“Took me some time to find her, but I did, I thought you may like finding
Blitzø turned toward Stolas and jumped in his arms, holding him close, close, his throat too tight to speak, his tail coiled around the silly bird’s waist, and he loved Stolas, he loved Stolas so much…
He was saying it.
“I love you I love you Stolas fuck thank you, thank you so much I didn’t even know I thank you”
Stolas smiled, holding him close and kissing him softly, his nibble-kisses.
“Of course, darling love. Of course.
They stood in the new stable where a sign of Blitzø’s oldest life stood, placidly eating her hay and the light from the pentagram shone from the tall window, and Blitzø had all the lights of the earth’s sun in himself.
He hoped Stolas had too.
(He did)
*Another Friday Scrabble word