Illium was the sun in his system, the person without whom nothing else functioned quite right.
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Illium was the sun in his system, the person without whom nothing else functioned quite right.
At times, Aodhan wondered how Illium could survive immortality with such a vulnerable heart. At the same time, he knew that very heart was why Illium would always be the best friend he'd ever have. To the people he loved, Bluebell gave everything. Too much. Until there was nothing left for himself. Honestly, the man needed a keeper, one willing to put Illium first.
He's not far from his people, Aodhan thought mutinously as she walked away. I'm here.
The moment I started shipping them
“The two angels were both tall, but Aodhan was perhaps an inch taller, and now his eyes locked with Illium's for a long, quiet moment before he lowered his head slightly. Illium raised his hand, the movement slow, hesitant....and then his fingers brushed Aodhan's cheek just below the cut that had almost sealed. The first ray of dawn kissed the tear that rolled down Illium's face, caressed the painful wonder on Aodhan's as he lifted his hand to clasp the wrist of his friend's hand.
That instant of contact, the power of it, stole her breath.
Then Illium smiled, said something that made Aodhan's lips curve-Elena thought it might've been "Welcome back, Sparkle"-and they were separating to sweep off the Tower in a symphony of wild silver blue and heartbreaking light.
"Raphael," she whispered, having felt him come up behind her. "Did you see?"
"Yes." His hand on her nape, his thumb brushing over her pulse. "Of course it would be Illium who reached him," he murmured.
And there was only one bed
Illium / Aodhan, 2400 words, Explicit. Illium quickly took in the building—well, shack’s—contents. One bed. Cold fireplace. Stone walls, steep roof. Narrow, shuttered windows showing only the faintest glimpse of the mountain landscape through the falling snow, which was growing thicker every moment...
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The denial is strong...
The UK cover: gay
The US cover: double gay
The blurb: triple gay
A small but astonishingly non-zero portion of the fandom:
"a love story so epic it’s been half a millennia in the making…"
They are y e a r n i n g.
How am I supposed to wait until October????
Two wholly different men in personality, Illium and Aodhan had known each other since childhood. Sometimes, when they sparred in the air, it was like watching two halves of a whole, their reactions were so in sync.