Booze hag

I think this is the most dangerous and beautiful aspect of their relationship. As an addict, so much of your life is wrestling with the disease and the way it impacts those around you. Imagine all of the shame and guilt left in the wake of the things you did a rock bottom. Armand is someone born centuries ago who exists completely outside of the spectrum of contemporary human morality. Imagine someone being a spectre to the worst things you’ve ever done and still loving you. It’s salvation but it can also be damnation. Because humans have limits, no matter how much they love you. So what happens when the devil loves you for all the damned things you’ve done?

And he turned him... He saw everything, the good, the bad, the horrible, the very ugly and he said: you should have eternity, I think you should live forever

I think one time during the final Boston year Shane chips his tooth and he shows up to Metros practice and the guys are like "Wait did you get clipped in the last game? Where were we?" and Shane is like "Yeah, I didn't even notice it during the game, must've been a stray stick or something. You got tape I can borrow?" Quickly changing the subject because he actually chipped his tooth while voraciously sexting Ilya and trying to get a well-composed photograph of his pecs but he was finding it hard to flex and push his biceps in toward his chest while holding the phone up above his head lying down in bed dildo half-in his ass while Ilya is sending rapid-fire text messages from the back of the Raider's team bus during an 8-week dry spell like—Send hole, Send nipples, tell me you love me, Send me your cock, tell me you want my cock, are you moaning? send me a voice note, yes I'll keep it quiet, volume is low Hollander, did you get the toy in? God I fucking love you. Missed you so much today almost chartered my own flight to Montreal, Yes I know you would be turned off by bad financial decision, God I want to swallow your dick. I want to see your nipples baby want to come all over them make you push your tits together, alright I won't call them tits you are no fun, make it nice for me, baby baby babyyyyyy, my good little— and Shane is rapid fire messaging back and also trying to take pictures and his cock is so hard it hurts and then he drops the phone on his face, chipping the tooth and swearing and the next picture he sends to Ilya is his fat fucking lip and bloody mouth and chipped tooth and despite being a little worried about what happened, Ilya nearly shoots off in his pants, no context needed. Cliff wakes up from a nap and thumps Ilya's back, thinking he's choking on his Doritos.