Blindside Ilya π€π
I dreamed of this vulnerable, beautiful, sleeping Ilya and his soft curls and his back covered in moles like the starry sky
he is peaceful here, but he fell asleep at the wrong time and then the sound of a horn from the streets wakes him up and everything changes, because the disaster was inevitable
illustration for fanfiction
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85353691/chapters/225433731?view_adult=true

















