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𝙄𝙡𝙮𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙫 of crave's & rachel reid's 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 series coached by jt 「 30+ / pst / he or she 」

#rozanovmenace ✘ ♕ ✘ mutuals only independent rp account

𝙄𝙡𝙮𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙫 of crave's & rachel reid's 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 series coached by jt 「 30+ / pst / he or she 」

✘ ♕ ✘ 'Oh this boy is very interesting,' Ilya thought himself almost immediately. First of all, he knew for a fact that he recognized the dark haired man from tabloids, whether or not he was actually a model as well. Tabloids meant trouble which only drew the Russian in further. Second, that grin that fit so comfortably across full, pink lips was enough to make Ilya melt then and there. He was glad with his choice to engage in this conversation. Eyebrows lifted playfully as the blond tilted his head forward, just enough to let the other know that he was on to him.

Her lips pulled into a smile , head dipping to brush her mouth over the cut of his jaw before his words registered . " Excuse me? " Caroline's head pulled back , palms planting on his shoulders as she stared down at him , one brow arched . " What's so good about Freckles ? What does she have that I don't ? "

✘ ♕ ✘ Caroline had been one of his favorite hook ups for a long time, now. It was safe to even say that she was more than a hook-up for Ilya. She was a friend, someone he enjoyed spending time with. He was always happy when he'd end up in her city, knowing that it was going to be an interesting night. He'd never imagined if they could be more than that because he couldn't bring himself to imagine that with anyone. Sure, most of the guys on his team were trying to marry early and lock down a family, but Ilya was enjoying his freedom any time that he was away from Russia. He wasn't ready to give that up just yet.

But with Caroline, it certainly didn't seem out of the realm of possibilities. Not that he'd dwell on that for too long, not wanting to ruin what they had.

"and sometimes you're not a complete ass. but i'll keep that secret for ya." he says with a soft laugh, shaking his head. it's almost a compliment coming from the other and he's flattered, not sure what he did to deserve the almost kind words. "you get hit on the head or somethin'?"

It wasn't unusual for the two of them to share moments like those, after all Ilya's place almost felt like a second home to her, actually if she had to be honest, she felt more comfortable here with him than surrounded by the uncomfortable silence of her own apartment, and that alone said a whole lot about her. Head lifting from her phone at the question, pale hues fixing him with a look. If it was anyone else asking that, she'd be rolling her eyes and ignore it or make a frivolous comment, because dwelling on such thing would bring forth thoughts that she wasn't too keen to deal with.

But it was Ilya, and she knew him well enough to be able to figure out that there was more to it. While she actively ignored it in favor to let the other talk on his own terms, she could see right through him, just like he could do the same with her, and she knew there was more to it. Still a laugh spilled from her lips at his comment and she found herself playfully flipping him off. " What's that supposed to mean, mh? " The faux disbelief laced in Svetlana's tone would had been more believable if it wasn't for a smile still lingering upon her features.

" Sometimes, but it never really goes far. " She spoke quietly before leaning towards the coffee table to drop her phone next to her long forgotten drink, she then patted the seat next to her while she settled back onto the couch. " Why? What's been on your mind? " Words spoken in russian, easily rolling off her tongue. The ever so slight tilt of her head. " Already can't keep up with the new rookies and thinking of retiring? " An obvious teasing, one made just to give Ilya an out if he didn't want to answer her previous question.

✘ ♕ ✘ The woman sitting on his couch like it was her own was the one person in the world whom Ilya trusted completely. They had known each other since they were little, and while he'd never call her a sister (they had far too much promiscuous fun together for that category), she was still family in a way. Ilya Rozanov, star center of the Boston NHL team was supposed to be a total playboy, drawn to anything loud and flashy without a care in the world except for hockey. Yet with Svetlana, he felt safe enough to lower that façade, even just a tiny bit, to reveal the real Ilya that was obscured just underneath. It wasn't like the flashy life was a lie or anything, but he had layers, and certain layers weren't made for public consumption.

The instant ribbing pulled an eye roll from the blond as he moved away from the wall towards the couch. After setting his watered down drink on the coffee table, he plopped down in the space Svetlana had beckoned him to, leaning comfortably against her. <"Please, I skate circles around those clowns,"> he responded in Russian. <"No, I'm not thinking of retirement. Just..."> Ilya breathed as he gestured vaguely around the room. <"...whatever comes next."> It wasn't like Ilya to be at a loss for words, especially in his native tongue. He was known for speaking his mind easily, but in that moment, it all felt so dangerous.

Even though the woman sitting at his side was someone he trusted completely, he still hadn't told her everything. There was no way that he could bring himself to tell her who 'Jane' actually was. Simply talking about 'Jane' scared him because it wasn't her that he didn't trust. It was himself. Did talking about it make it real? Make it something more serious than it was? Because it was NOT serious, that much Ilya knew. He told himself that every time the image of freckles and an adorable smile was conjured in his mind.

“Yes, yes, he's very hot, you're boosting his ego too much,” Ally teases the bartender, but honestly, she's having too much fun. Another laugh bubbles out of her before she rolls her eyes playfully and then gives him a smile. “I'm like a whole variety pack of fireworks. Is that trouble? It's kind of trouble...” She muses, winking and then downing the other shot with another grimace.

Oh, that burn.

✘ ♕ ✘ "I did!" Ilya proclaimed as he dragged Ally to the dancefloor. Even as she teased him, he could tell that there was no real protest coming from the blonde. The music had shifted and he had to agree that it was infinitely better. They club they had found was smaller than the usual glitzy venues that attracted the star Boston hockey player, but he was enjoying the more intimate feel. It also clearly wasn't a hockey crowd that filled the place, giving him a little anonymity to just enjoy the night with his friend.

everywhere I went

everywhere I roamed

never really felt like home