when there's nothing left to burn
ch4. WIP, alternating POV Scott and Shane. 23k words.
There, in the ceremony of it all, like the cool blue heart of flame. Hot enough to melt, Captain of the Montreal fucking Voyageurs. The feeling lives under his shoulder blades, cupped there. His thundering pride is a physical feeling running through his body that blazes past the singular focus of hockey, right down to his heart.
In which Scott Hunter accepts a trade to Montreal, just as Shane Hollander is named captain.
Or: what if i spin scott hunter and shane hollander at each other like two high-strung beyblades??? ilya and kip will both show up, eventually. along the way: so much canadiana i'm making myself sick on the maple syrup.
Chapter four: the hockey season, December, impulses followed.















