#gameschanged

[immortalmuses]

with  @gameschanged,  continued  from  here

ㅤㅤㅤSitting  alone  in  the  soft  lighting  of  his  apartment,  Ilya  stares  at  his  phone  with  narrow-eyed  confusion.  He  leans  forward  on  the  couch,  careful  not  to  jostle  the  project  in  his  lap,  and  makes  an  indignant  noise  in  his  throat.  Did  Ryan  Price, the  retired  former  hockey  player,  really  just  ask  Rozanov  if  He  forget  how  to  Check? 

ㅤㅤㅤRude.

[  TXT  ] :  What?  [  TXT  ] :  Fuck  you,  you  getting  soft!

ㅤㅤㅤSighing  loudly,  Ilya  cracks  his  neck  and  mentally  rummages  through  his  memory  for  some  English  word  that  better  explains  his  meaning.  He'd  thought  Ryan  was  spending  all  his  time  with  his  artist-boyfriend,  Fabian.  Surely  they  did  stuff  like  this.  Right? 

[  TXT  ] :  Am  not  talking  doctor's  stitches,  asshole [  TXT  ] :  How  you  say,  with  clothes?  Stitches [  TXT  ] :  for  tears  and  shit

[ofthclight]

❝ how do you feel? ❞ / troy @ harris

" i feel great ! " the added pep in the words hurt more than they should . and turning his head to look at his boyfriend makes him feel like he might simultaneously puke and pass out . but he's fine . this is an important weekend . this is opening weekend . and he can't be sick for opening weekend , it's just not an option . so he's fine . besides , he hates being sick . hates feeling helpless . hates people watching him and waiting to swoop in and rescue him . it just reminds him of being back in the hospital , of when his family casually tries to ask him if he's taking care of himself . " how do you feel ? big week , huh ? " ( @gameschanged )

[payingtheprice]

thank you for giving me a chance to speak. / from troy @/gameschanged

he shuffles his weight a bit , eyes downcast to his feet as he processes troy's words . he hasn't given the other man much of a thought since retiring , but after their brief exchange at fabian's concert a few months ago , he's found it hard not to think about barrett . about how different things could have been , or how agonizing it must have been being that exposed to kent . " thanks for... speaking . " ryan looks up and tries for what he hopes is a small smile . " you know we could , um , " a hand lifts and he scratches the base of his neck , trying to subdue the flush blooming over his cheeks . " talk . sometime . if you needed . or wanted . i figure there's not a lot of people in this league that know what it's like . " ( @gameschanged )

[immortalmuses]

@gameschanged  sent:  i  was  all  kinds  of  fucked  up  a  few  weeks  ago.  /  for  wyatt  from  troy 

ㅤㅤㅤWyatt  sorts  the  stack  of  remaining  comic  books  from  his  hand  into  the  longbox  he  keeps  stashed  in  the  backseat  of  his  Jeep,  straightening  up  once  he's  done  and  turning  a  surprised  look  in  Troy's  direction.  They've  just  completed  a  solid  day  of  visitation  at  the  children's  hospital  ward,  paired  together  more  often  than  not  when  making  the  rounds  with  the  kids.  Hayes  actually  likes  it,  likes  this  new  version  of  Barrett  that's  quiet  and  earnest  to  a  fault.  It's  hard  to  imagine  that the  bullying,  confrontation al player  he'd  known  in  Toronto  is  the  same  guy.  But  Wyatt  is  starting  to  believe  this  is  who  Troy  actually  is,  deep  down  beneath  the  learned  machismo  and  the  CompHet  behavior.  Or  at  least  it's  the  person  the  other  man  wants to  be,  and  that's  admirable,  too. 

ㅤㅤㅤ"Oh?"  He  says,  open-ended  and  lilting  upward  like  a  question  (because  Barrett  wouldn't  have  brought  it  up  if  he  didn't  want  to  talk  about  it),  “…I  mean,  I  know  you've  been  going  through  some  stuff.  Kind  of  alot  of  stuff,  really.”  Wyatt  shrugs,  closing  the  door  of  his  Jeep  and  leaning  against  the  side, hands stuffed in the pocket of his Centaurs hoodie.  He  looks  at  Troy  steadily,  his  expression  inviting  the  other  man  to  elaborate  further.  “…seems  like  you've  been  doing  better  lately.  Like  being  in  Ottawa  has  been…  good,  yea?”

[immortalmuses]

@gameschanged  sent:  Damn.  Why  didn’t  I  think  of  that?  /   @  ilya  from  troy 

ㅤㅤㅤ“Is  okay.”  Ilya  grins  at  Troy,  using  one  muscled  arm  to  sweep  the  store's  entire  shelved  inventory  of  battery-powered  candles  into  their  shopping  basket,  filling  it  to  overflowing.  The  ruckus  of  boxes  tumbling  into  the  trolley  attracts  stares  from  everyone  else  in  the  aisle  (not  that  Rozanov  notices),  “…Technically,  isn't  my  idea  either.  But  Harris  will  love  it,  trust  me.  And  candles  will  set  very  sexy  mood  without  risk  of  burning  whole  house  down.” 

ㅤㅤㅤThe  only  downside?  No  wax-play. 

[awesomevsawesome]

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