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    My little-worlded self! the shadows pass
    In this thy sister-world, as in a glass,
    Of all processions that revolve in thee:
    Not only of cyclic Man
    Thou here discern'st the plan,
    Not only of cyclic Man, but of the cyclic Me.
    Not solely of Mortality's great years
    The reflex just appears,
    But thine own bosom's year, still circling round
    In ample and in ampler gyre
    Toward the far completion, wherewith crowned,
    Love unconsumed shall chant in his own furnace-fire.

    excerpt, “from the night of forebeing” - francis thompson

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    Ilya was looking away from the garden, away from their daughter, and at him. It was his full, unmediated attention that Shane had spent years learning to receive without deflecting, which he had never mastered and probably never would. It was a great deal of attention. It had always been.

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    "She is like you," Ilya said, into his hair. "In here." Shane felt, rather than saw, the gesture—Ilya pressing a hand briefly to his own chest. "The way you were."

    "I wasn't—"

    "Да, детка.You were." Shane huffed out a breath, and Ilya squeezed the side of his stomach with amused affection. “When I was trying to find you, you were just like this. “When you were deciding if you were allowed to let me. You were exactly this: present and also somewhere very far away, so careful with everything, and impossible to reach unless you wanted to be." A pause. "It took time. You needed time, a lot of it, and I had to trust that. And eventually, I found you.”

    His voice lowered, guttural. "And I will always find you."

     

     

    ilya, shane, & their middle daughter—as seen by each other.

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    26 Feb 2026

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    She wished this could be her life forever: piled in the car together, driving somewhere. Very dangerous, very fast with top down. Best way not to think.

    it's funny--both my parents had two siblings as well, and i think they'd imagined me as an only child to save me the grief of the same upbringing. endlessly grateful for the younger sibling i got in the end, which comes with its own hang-ups, yes, but none the likes of the middle child. i think i'm a little closer to understanding now.

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    Ilya glances at Shane, at the way the dying light is catching in his hair, refracting. At that spiderlily mouth, slightly open and curling coyly, two teeth peeked through the dark gap like an American Girl doll. At that shoulder, bare and pale and close enough to touch if Ilya just leaned forward, if he just reached out and took another liberty.

    To touch another person is to say: I know you will die, and I am doing this anyway.

    His mother used to say something like this. About painting.

    Every portrait is an act of faith, Ilyushenka. Faith and futility both.

    contrary to personal preference, ilya gets a roommate.

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    22 Feb 2026

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    I can't do this, he thinks.

    You can, Сыночек, his mother's voice sounds in his head like a mass's bell. You must. This is how you survive me.

    He picks up the charcoal. The first stroke is a mile wide, dark like the world ending.

    much like the subject within, the author also paints their story with care and vivid colour. this is lovely.

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    When Ilya Rozanov goes down on the ice, the Boston Bears are already moving to defend their captain. No one expects Shane Hollander, captain of the Montreal Voyageurs, to be the one who throws the first punch.

    Or: the Boston Bears figure out Ilya and Shane’s relationship first—and decide that instead of letting their captain move to fucking Ottawa, they’ll just kidnap a his boyfriend instead. Shane Hollander would make a better Bear anyway.

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    20 Feb 2026

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    Ilya laughs. He finds that once he starts, he can't stop. He laughs at the fact that he's in France with Shane Hollander. He laughs at the fact he's Shane Hollander's boyfriend. He laughs at the fact that he gave up Moscow for a better life, only to end up in fucking Ottawa. 

    Ilya's dick stops working one month before he's supposed to leave for the South of France. 

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    18 Feb 2026

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    Ilya’s mouth twitched upwards. He looked delighted. “You are the guy who keeps haunting my sex life, yes?”

    Haunting? Shane wasn’t haunting anything. That was very offensive, since Cupids could not haunt by definition.

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    Shane Hollander is a Cupid trying to mantain his flawless two-hundred-year-long track record. Ilya Rozanov just won't stop sleeping around.

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    17 Feb 2026

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    lovingly filing this next to the frerard cupid fic. see you both next year <3