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A New Deal || Lev & Az || @rozanovrps

Azriel was in his bar Crossroads when he felt a tug that he hadn't felt in a long time. The pull of someone calling to make a deal with him which was odd because he could tell it was coming from the other side of the world. Usually, a demon from over there would handle it, but sometimes the best demon for the deal in question was called so he called out to the employees to tell them he was being called away and disappeared.

He appeared in front of the young man in a nice black suit, his eyes in their human look so as not to scare the man. "Well, hello," he nearly purred, finding he thought the young man quite cute, "How can I help you? What could a cute little thing like you need from me?"

[stxincd]

@rozanovrps sent: "It's okay - it's okay. Just take a breath. The feeling will come back." For Shane please 🖤 From my meme tag || always accepting

Upon waking from that light sedation Shane had been put under not too long ago, he had freaked out.

Literally freaked out. Freaked out over the fact that he wasn't able to feel his right leg; Holy shit, he can't feel his leg. What the fuck. Oh god, what the fuck, why can't he feel his right leg, where is it, what's going on---

It took him a minute to realize he's in a hospital again and Ilya is by his side, and said Ilya is squeezing one of his hands, trying to get him to calm the fuck down. It had taken Shane another additional minute to remember what had happened in the first place; A bit of a fucked-up collission on the ice mid-game, another player sliding into his leg, the very uncomfortable feeling of bones moving in a way they were not supposed to, followed by his head smacking against the hard surface beneath him with a velocity that must've knocked him out cold.

---Shane is still freaking out, actually, but he's stopped trying to climb out of this stupid bed at this point. All he does is breathing way too quickly instead, heart racing behind his sternum, and his wide open doe-eyes flick over himself to assess the whole of the situation; An IV drip is attached to his right hand, he's wearing a hospital gown, stuff is beeping by his side (a heart monitor, he supposes) and... his right leg still seems to be there. Thank god. Fuck. Shane has to ckeck anyways, lifts the sheets far enough to be able to take a peek, and... yes, still there. Mostly intact, it seems, because the only thing that's catching his attention is the bandage that's wrapped around his knee.

"...What--- ohmygod, what---" A deep inhale, a slow exhale, as Shane drops the sheets and falls back against the pillow behind his upper back - head turning so he can look at his husband now instead, unspoken questions written all over his face, trying not to freak out for a second time. "It's--- it's going to come back? Yes? Are you sure, Ilya? Are you positive that I'm not---"

He squeezes Ilya's hand with his own, where they're still connected, and bites his bottom lip.

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@rozanovrps asked where does it hurt? can you show me?

"I'm okay," there was a weak attempt to push Ilya off. But the pain shot through his arm and he was stuck withdrawing his arm back to his chest and taking in a deep breath. Shane was not someone that complained about pain often. He had a high pain tolerance. "The medic said that I was going to be okay," he added quickly, but they both knew that Montreal's bottom line was making sure that Shane could play. And if it wasn't broken or actively dislocated, they weren't going to be so concerned about it. He'd played the rest of the game that way. He pulled his shirt off with some difficulty, revealing a deep bruise on his shoulder.

[stxincd]

@rozanovrps sent: "I didn't know where else to go." For Ilya please 🖤 From my meme tag || always accepting

Ilya hasn't seen her in quite a while. Not in person, that is.

She's lucky that he's even staying at his Boston home when she seeks him out, not currently getting drunk in some club instead; He'd planned to go out that night, actually - had already let the boys know he'll be around in a minute or two, once he's finished smoking his cigarette and prepared himself mentally to allow himself to enjoy things, one last time, before leaving for good.

Shane had told him he could go out there, show himself, assured it's going to be fine as long as he's not--- ...the request had been left unfinished, hanging in the air with silence stretching, but Ilya had understood the meaning of it. Of course he had. And he always will.

---However, a change of plans has just appeared, out of nowhere, standing in front of his door - knocked once, twice, three times before Ilya had moved his body over, assuming for Cliff to be there to pick him up or something...

It's Alina instead, and Ilya's slavic-bitch-face is immediately replaced by raw surprise that stretches over his features - complete with lifted brows and parted lips, a blink or two, before he shakes his head in what is clear disbelief.

"---Alinushka." Another blink and Ilya's stepping to the side, guiding her inside, door falling closed moments after - and his gaze returns to her, taking in the sight as if he still cannot quite believe she's here, at his house, already dark outside.

"What--- what are you doing here?!"

[pecches]

⋮ ⌗ ┆starter for @rozanovrps ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ muse: brandon michel

considering brandon hasn't seen them in awhile, he was happy to have recognized them. "hey! it's been a minute," he smiled, his tone and demeanor both calm, but with a splash of excitement. "how have things been? been a bit gloomy for me, but i'm chillin as always." he mused, chuckling towards the end of his words.

[chains0flove]

maisie  ocean  starter  for  zed  /  @rozanovrps

maisie   almost   choked   on   her   straw   at   the   question.   her   eyes   darted   up   at   the   man   like   he'd   just   shot   her   family   pet.   “what?   no!   fuck   you!   i'm   not   a   narc.   why   would   you   ask   me   that?"

[pecches]

⋮ ⌗ ┆starter for @rozanovrps ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ muse: rosemary sparks

"i cut them out of my life," she paused, shaking her head slowly. "friends don't kiss other friends boyfriends.." rose sighed, smiling after. "but hey, i have you! that's all that matters!" her smile danced on her face from ear to ear, the blonde always had a way of finding the bright side of things.