What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?
MEMES / @caprozanov
When he does indulge, Shane bites his ice cream.
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What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?
MEMES / @caprozanov
When he does indulge, Shane bites his ice cream.
It would be a lie to say that there wasn't a small part of him that missed this. It hadn't even been that long since he'd last played but given the fact that the past four years of his life had revolved around hockey --- it was strange being on this side of it. Celebrating wins that he hadn't contributed to, taking the photo when someone pulled aside Garrett or Logan for a quick word and an autograph. Still, Dean didn't regret where his life was ending up --- and it was impossible not to when he had everything that he wanted, and then some. But damn, if being around professional hockey legends didn't make him miss those glory days. Dean meandered through the overly packed bar towards the designated team area, nodding to where Logan was ducked in a corner, probably talking to Grace. Garrett was already caught up in some hockey-talk with some fans and Dean was more than happy to fill his time with his third favorite player on the team. Or, well, second --- depending on how much he wanted to get under Garrett's skin on any given day. "Rozanov!" Dean grinned as he approached the other blonde, handing over the spare drink in his hand (originally for Garrett, but he snoozed so he losed). "Killer plays out there man, I haven't seen G fighting that hard to keep up since Sophomore year. It's good to know he still has someone to keep his ego in check." / @caprozanov , in 5 minutes they will have a group chat called Blond Bros.
@rozanovmenace said: "<Mama, Mama!>" the six year old exclaimed, tugging on her dress. "<I didn't fall the whole time today! I skated all day and never fell. Can I have some medovik? I was so good!>"
"<I saw, my love!>" Irina chuckled, hand automatically carding through the soft golden curls of her youngest son's hair. "<You were very good! I think you have earned some medovik — but after you eat your dinner.>"
There was a teasing smile on her lips as she gazed down at the boy, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
@caprozanov telling eric he has a daddy thing, is short circuiting his brain XD
Sasha had walked down the steps just enough to oversee from that vantage point. The night had started like any other night at Eclipse. There was a packed dancefloor and the VIP guests were getting the treatment they paid for. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. They had their fair share of regulars and he knew the vast majority of them, if not all of them. He was in the business of information after all. The night runs itself as usual.
It only took one fucking instance for the night to go off the rails. When the man tried to approach the VIP area, he immediately intervened before the other employees noticed after the fact. It was something he would have to deal with. His security either failed to see the man or he got in another way, which was a problem. The encounter ended in an extensive fight, sending the club-goers into a panicked frenzy which was bad for business.
Other employees rush to help him and get the man out, but Sasha’s already got blood coming from down his nose. He didn’t show that he was a little hurt, that wasn’t allowed in his eyes. While he didn’t think his nose was broken, one never knows. The last thing he wanted to show was weakness. After he had dispersed the issue, he made his way back up to his office, trying his best to decompress briefly and make sense of what he just witnessed. He held a cold cloth to his nose as he sat on a nearby chair, blood still on the lower half of his face, eyes looking up as Ilya walked into the room. “<Before you say anything, I didn’t start it. But I did finish it.”
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You kept my jersey? After everything?
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neatly folded in his top drawer, laying beneath his other comfy clothes. the clothes he usually wears to bed.
shane had it since that night, he meant to give it back, and then -- he never wanted to. it had become his, ilya had more, obviously. otherwise he would have asked for it. it slipped out of his bag after one of their meet ups, shane picked it up and shoved it in his own. he would return it the next time they got together -- then he began to overthink. if he kept it in his bag, what would happen if a teammate saw the bright yellowish, orange color? how would he even answer their questions?
'yeah, uh -- he forgot it the last time we were fucking?'
no he couldn't risk it... instead he brought it home, washed it once, and it's been there since. he took it out when he missed him, but then it went back. folded perfectly, and beneath most of the other clothes. "i was going to give it back, i just didn't know how to." he wasn't fully lying, he did intend to do the right thing. moving closer, his fingers running over one of the stripes. -- "now you play for another team, and it's... it belongs here." he shrugged, his hand twitched, as he wrapped the same fingers around the fabric and tugged it out of the drawer.
"if you.. fuck." he mumbled the last word under his breathe. parting with it would be harder than he thought. "--you want it back?" his words said one thing, but he was chanting 'please say no' over and over in his head. it was embarrassing, but he was attached. the faint scent of ilya still clung to the jersey. shane needed it, wanted it..
do you like historical books? which time period?
Not a big fan, but I do like reading some from time to time. For instance, I got hooked into an historical fiction series called The Accursed Kings by Maurice Druon (which GRRM took inspo for ASOIAF from), set in 14th-century France. If I had to pick a time period, that would be a good one but I also could get behind WWI / WWII time period
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do you ever mark/dog ear books you own?
yes. bc theyre my books. i only use bookmarks if im borrowing it lmao