CrimsonSeyla



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    The snow smells different here.

    It’s the first thing Ilya thinks when he exits the airport terminal onto the street, the flakes falling thick and heavy from the late evening sky. Is the altitude different from Boston? The temperature? The pollutants? Maybe it’s the cigarettes—he can pick up the distinct smoky vanilla of Chapmans from the guy on the corner, harder to get in the US, and his fingers itch to light up something himself. Whatever it is, he hasn’t smelled it in years.

    Ever since Sochi, he’d only had summers in Russia.

    After his father's death, Ilya returns to Moscow to pick up the pieces of what's left of his family, only to find that his grief encompasses more than he ever expected. A look into Ilya, Russia, and the inexplicable meaning of home.

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    It starts, like any good small talk does, about the weather.

    Jane. I am dying.

    Shane is still in bed, spending his last hour before practice clicking endlessly through YouTube when he gets the notification. With no one there to see, he lets the smile settle comfortably as it spreads, and switches apps. He’s about to shoot down Ilya’s latest attempt at desperate seduction when another text arrives.

    I will play next game with no feet because cold took them.

    This... was new.

    Shane expects texts from Ilya to bring him to his knees. They do, but in another way instead.

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    Shane Hollander was five years old when he played his first game. Seven when his parents took serious notice of his skills, eight when his city did. Eleven when he made his first headline, and by the time he was fourteen, the whole country had its eyes on him.

    Shane Hollander was a teenage phenom; a miracle to watch; a new vision for the league.

    No one ever asked Shane what he wanted for his future. They all just saw it, right in front of them, every time he went out on the ice.

    Shane Hollander vs. Shane, the real self vs. the celebrity, and Ilya Rozanov, who sees past it all.

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    They’re in Boston on Ilya’s couch when it happens. They’ve lapsed into a comfortable silence, a muted game on in the background, Ilya’s head in Shane’s lap and Shane’s fingers in his hair. Ten minutes ago, they were tugging and twisting and curling; four minutes ago, they grew slow and tepid. When they go entirely still, Ilya turns in his lap to look up at him, ready to chirp him for falling asleep, but his breath catches in his throat at what he finds instead. Shane is not asleep, but he is not awake either.

    While visiting his boyfriend, Shane has a verbal shutdown in front of a woefully-unprepared Ilya for the first time.

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    Shane has bruises because that's a fact of life for a hockey player. It is not even worth thinking about, until it suddenly is.

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    Ilya discovers a new way of getting his overwhelmed boyfriend out of his stressed out mind, thanks to some bruises that give Shane exactly what he needs.

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