#eiqhtyone

Sending lots of love to @captainewyork / @eiqhtyone / @anauroraborealis and all his other blogs. Roz is an amazing RPer. A talented writer. A lovely person. He puts 100% effort into every muse he touches. And it always shows. There is no detail too small for a headcanon on his blogs, and I love that. I love how down to earth and real his muses feel. While still being exciting and intriguing to interact with. So keep up the good work.

You had to make your own sunshine, but I hope this post gives you some as well.

❝ For the last time, take a good hard look ❞

@eiqhtyone ; 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀

they've been apart the entire summer. with the hockey off-season beginning for them, belle had jetted off to australia for two months to cover another medic. despite calling, texting and video-calling whenever they could, it still wasn't the same as actually being with him. so when they asked for her flight information for the return trip, she didn't hesitate to provide it. she knew what the hockey star was planning and it only made her even more excited to go home. and once she made it through security to the meeting point, it took her almost no time at all to point him in the crowd. and what did she do? she ran straight to him, dropping her bags just before leaping towards them.

Will staggers back to their feet, feeling the embarrassment more than the actual physical pain. It takes another moment for him to even notice that during his slip and fall his glass must've shattered and cut into his hand a little bit. They can't help but stare at the blood, bewildered by the red colour ( they'd bled in a darker one for too long ) and suddenly the music seems to resonate through their whole body even more unpleasantly.

Somehow Wilhelm isn't even fully surprised when the package arrives. It's not the first time and it certainly won't be the last either, no matter how many times they have the I'm trying to teach my son that he can't just have anything he wants without effort, Lia! conversation.

Wilhelm takes a closer look, recognizing the logo. A Nintendo Switch. He vaguely remembers Jonas had mentioned saving up for one of those when Ilya had last come over. And here it is, just turning up at his doorstep like so many other presents have over the years. Not that Wilhelm can actually be mad, for the most part he thinks it's sweet and understands that Ilya's expressing their love for his son this way.

Summer has arrived, which means camp would be starting up soon. Shane loves camp. It's one of his favorite things to do, but there's a lot of preparation involved. That, and, well, it takes away time that could be spent with Ilya, but they always find ways to make up for it. They're in bed, curled up against each other, enjoying their last couple days where they truly have nothing to do before things ramp up until hockey season starts again.

Shane is going on and on about the things they would need to check on, how they had to make sure they had all the things for the amount of kids that signed up, all the logistical things. Ilya is ever the attentive listener, but Shane can't help but trail off and blush as Ilya traces their fingers along his jaw with the most adoring look in the world.

God, how does he ever get anything done with them around?