syver + elara may (+ eventually andrew moreau) / @encntada
Syver Carlow loves two things: hockey (the game, the precision involved in playing, the attention he gets after a good performance) and his family. Though, his feelings toward both tend to waver depending on the circumstances.
Still, no matter what else is going on in the season, he always looks forward to playing in New York. Not only is the city unmatched with its entertainment and food and beautiful people, but it also means he gets to see his favorite sibling.
Traveling all over the continent playing hockey with his team means a little bit more when he has family in the crowd to watch, but any game always means a little bit more when it's Elara. There is less judgement in her eyes compared to their parents. Less questions than when June or Sara come to watch.
"Oh my God, I'm almost ready! What are you? My coach? You're acting like you're the one who's gonna be late. Fucking chill," Syver calls out from the bathroom. "I wouldn't have invited you over if I knew you were going to be annoying about it." This time, it really is only a minute later when he emerges in his game-day suit and with his hair looking exactly the same as it did forty minutes ago.
To make sure everything is in place, he pats the back of his head and then raises an eyebrow as he turns to face his sister. "Happy now?" Walking over to the bed, he pulls his shoes from his suitcase.
"Anyway, okay, so... before you say no, I need you to hear me out." Syver wears a typical smile as he leans down to tie the laces on his first shoe. "There's a party tonight, after the game, obviously. It's not a party party because we're leaving tomorrow morning, but we're meeting at the same restaurant as usual. Joel will be there, and he missed you the last time you couldn't make it, so. I promised him I would ask you, and I also promised him that if you couldn't make it, you would tell him yourself."
