‘𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖞’

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/ / injury induced amnesia ilya when?

flops. he woke up needy.

a smirk plays on his face, a laugh slipping out of his lips. “hello hollander.”

my name was heard. bit whiny though.

👀👀

pulls him into a hug.

so needy.

𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧.

his throat is sore, he’s coughing and he’s still in bed. he really doesn’t have time for this.

a small nod moved ilya’s head before he put out the cigarette that his lips never even touched and then turned, grabbing shane’s hand and pulling him with him.

he closed the door behind them and then turned, grabbing shane and pushing him against the wall. his body pressed against shane’s and his right hand cupped the other’s chin as he kissed him.

he took a nap and woke up in pain. kill him now.

a growing smirk played on his face. “get your ass in here hollander.” he moved over to let the other through the door.

he shifted in shane’s grasp a little but still hadn’t turned to face him yet. a shake of his head in response. his demons had come to play again.

it took everything in ilya not to run to the door to open it but he took his time; okay, maybe not all of his time as he moved to open the door. “hollander.”