#rivaledmuses

[caprozanov]

➠ @rivaledmuses / cliff carleau asked : "i still can't believe they kicked us out of the course. rude.'

✘ ♕ ✘ As soon as the front door was open, Ilya fell into Cliff's apartment, his face red with laughter. "You tried to fight the giant knight with your club!" he said by way of answer. The large, moving obstacle on the put-put course never stood a chance against Cliff's ire. Not that Ilya was an upstanding citizen in the least...

Knowing his way around his best friend's home by now, the Russian stumbled his way to the kitchen as he shrugged out of his jacket, leaving it somewhere on the floor. The night had started off innocent enough with the two friends wanting to spend time together, but after the tenth or so shot of... something, the pair had become the chaotic duo that the Boston PD had come to fear.

Ilya pulled out a couple of frozen pizzas, then fired up the oven before hopping up to sit on the counter. "Do you have any beer?" he asked, as though he hadn't just been rummaging through the fridge. "I think that joint is making me too..." He whistled to indicate that he meant too high. "I need... What is word..." To mime the word, he put his hands out, palms up, and juggled them. Then a sly smirk spread across his face as he realized it looked like he was juggling a pair of tits. "Not that," he said laughing. "Balance! Balance me out. Give me beer!"

[menaceonice]

@rivaledmuses [text @ Roz]: of course I'm free [text @ Roz]: what's going on

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 marleau ] : idk, i just need to go out. get drunk. maybe laid. [ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 marleau ] : you are always a good wing man.

[gamechxnger]

@rivaledmuses sent: "let's see it big boy." (Marleau // rivaledmuses)

Scott checked Marleau into the wall as they played against each other. "Fuck you Marleau," Scott got the puck away from him and sped down the ice away from him. "Have to catch me first!!" He yelled.

[rinkholy]

@rivaledmuses

"Sashaaaa, so good to see you, mon cher!"

Eden giggles as they practically skip over to him, taking his hands in theirs and giving them a squeeze. They're over the moon right now. Another gold medal, of course. One would think the novelty of it all would eventually wear off, but not for them, which is why they're out now, celebrating. The music of the club is loud and nearly overpowers their voice, but they lean in close so he can hear them speak.

"Have you started without me? Come on, I need to get some shots in me. How are you doing?"

[caprozanov]

➠ @rivaledmuses / cliff marleau gets a continuation of wire shenanigans

✘ ♕ ✘ It was a beautiful day, so the two best friends sat at a table on the patio of the flatbread place that Cliff loved so much. Ilya was silent with a knowing, shit eating grin on his face as he sat across from the other, staring at him. His perception of people usually chartered into supernatural territories. He could tell things about a person the instant he met them, things that they'd never openly admit. For Cliff, it was over the course of their friendship that he'd picked up on things here and there.

One tactic, the most logical one, to get the other to open up would be to admit that he, himself, is bisexual. Surely that would put Cliff at ease, letting him know that he wasn't alone. The thought, unfortunately, opened a whole can of worms that the Russian wasn't ready to deal with. Cliff already knew that Ilya had a regular hook-up in Montreal, one that he'd been seeing for years now. Learning about Ilya's sexuality would only provide more context clues and he wasn't quite ready for that yet.

Instead, Ilya chose to set the tone by bringing up an embarrassing story about himself. Just as his friend was taking a sip of his drink, Ilya unexpectedly said, "Hey, do you remember that time in Dallas when that chick and I handcuffed ourselves to the bed, but lost the key, so you had to come free us?"

[menaceonice]

Anonymous asked: 'you okay?' (Marly // @rivaledmuses.)

he jumps at the voice. fuck. he thought the locker room had cleared out. ❝ fine, marleau. i'm fine. ❞ ilya insists. he doesn't know why he's trying to lie. he'd played like shit tonight, he was pale, still only half-undressed on the bench. his head hung low. he keeps his eyes on the ground, still sensing marleau behind him. ❝ ...you can go now. ❞

[caprozanov]

➠ con't from here with @rivaledmuses

✘ ♕ ✘ Hazel eyes were wide as they took in the actual cop car parked behind Marleau. Surely the Boston PD wasn't going to like this. Nor were Raiders management team, but there was nothing to be done for it in this moment. "He just gave you the car?" Somehow, Ilya had a feeling there was more to this story. "Marly, did you steal a cop car?" By now, it was nearly impossible to keep to his laughter in. "Fuck, we have to use this! I know where a bunch of the guys went tonight. Let's fuck with them and make them think they're getting pulled over!"

[gamechxnger]

“you okay?” (carter // @rivaledmuses.)

Scott had been sitting in the locker room long after practice had ended. He didn't want to go to his apartment, it was just another reminder that Kip was gone. The gala had been about two weeks prior and Scott was still reeling from the fight and subsequent break up. When Carter had asked if he was okay, he sort of snapped out and looked up at him. "Yeah, just, kind of avoiding home at the minute."