[almost jumped into those open arms, tackling shane with his giant frame so hard that they both tumbled onto the couch. he hugged him tightly, burying his face deep in the crook of shane's neck.]
. . .mmhmp
nooo aha… shane… no. it doesn’t. shane. it’s okay. no, it’s like. it’s not even that many. don’t freak out. it’s got like… other things in it. like. protein. i think.
Happy Birthday to my captain Ilya!! From baby me who never realized he would play beside his favourite player one day (yes that how I looked the year you were drafted)
tracing the line where the sky meets the earth, his other hand moves to gently touch his cross pendant.
ya perezhil eshchyo odin god, mamulya.
nadeyus, ty rada za menya.
a half smoked cigarette dangles between fingers. he’s only just stepped off the ice, a nose reddened and cheeks burning from the freezing air. his eyes contain so many things at once: a storm of emotions, a hundred unsaid words, a deep, aching longing, and a small, lost boy.
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