(Playful is good. It eases some of the furrow but Ilya's still tense enough, still worried. He's about to promise but Shane barrels on and that's better.
Until the mention of a close call. Ilya is pretty sure he didn't see any bruises, any cuts he didn't recognize since they woke up but he cranes his neck back as if to check again. Just in case. He doesn't see anything immediately, feels a coil in his chest loosen. ) The Lord? The asshole who made everyone fight?
( Yes, Ilya had seen him.
Which isn't the biggest part of what Shane says. Ilya's listening, confused for a second before-- ) Your ex, Rose Landry, is here?
( asked flat, not accusatory but Ilya can't help but feel jealousy even if Shane's told him that there's nothing going on. That he and Rose didn't even really work when they were dating. He can't quite keep it from his voice, sighs and shakes his head. Okay.
Shane asked him not to be mad and Ilya can be stupidly jealous but he's not mad. He hopes Shane doesn't call him out on the former as he ducks in to press a kiss to his lips. ) I am not mad at this, Shane. I promise.
[ Yeah, that was the tone Shane was expecting. He rubs at Ilya's chest in the moment of silence after her name is invoked, trying to soothe the both of them through this confession. He sees the same look on Ilya's face now that he had at the cottage by the fire and that has Shane more than a little concerned given what he still has to tell him.
The sigh isn't great, but the kiss is. So far so good, and Shane cups his face to make the kiss linger. ]
Okay. That's good. [ But he worries his lip when they part, hesitating again. ] But I'm not at the part that's going to make you mad yet.
[ So he doesn't know how much that promise is going to be worth in a few seconds. Suddenly it's a whole lot more difficult for Shane to make eye contact and Ilya's chin and collarbone become a lot more interesting. ]
We were getting cut up trying to get her out, but we saw some people kiss to escape and she figured out... that it was mistletoe. Some stupid magic that meant we had to play along with it to... [ It's Shane's turn to sigh because he has no idea how to say this - so he just says it. ] I had to kiss her, Ilya. To get her out. It was the only thing that worked.
[ A very brief flicker of his eyes up at Ilya, holding them for a second so that he knows that Shane is telling him the truth. But it's too hard to hold him like that, too hard to wait for Ilya to decide what to think. So Shane looks away and buries his nose in Ilya's neck, doing the only thing he can think to do: apologize. ]
I'm sorry. I'd have told you sooner, but... I didn't think any of this was fucking real.
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Date: 2026-03-01 06:10 am (UTC)Until the mention of a close call. Ilya is pretty sure he didn't see any bruises, any cuts he didn't recognize since they woke up but he cranes his neck back as if to check again. Just in case. He doesn't see anything immediately, feels a coil in his chest loosen. ) The Lord? The asshole who made everyone fight?
( Yes, Ilya had seen him.
Which isn't the biggest part of what Shane says. Ilya's listening, confused for a second before-- ) Your ex, Rose Landry, is here?
( asked flat, not accusatory but Ilya can't help but feel jealousy even if Shane's told him that there's nothing going on. That he and Rose didn't even really work when they were dating. He can't quite keep it from his voice, sighs and shakes his head. Okay.
Shane asked him not to be mad and Ilya can be stupidly jealous but he's not mad. He hopes Shane doesn't call him out on the former as he ducks in to press a kiss to his lips. ) I am not mad at this, Shane. I promise.
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Date: 2026-03-03 02:14 am (UTC)The sigh isn't great, but the kiss is. So far so good, and Shane cups his face to make the kiss linger. ]
Okay. That's good. [ But he worries his lip when they part, hesitating again. ] But I'm not at the part that's going to make you mad yet.
[ So he doesn't know how much that promise is going to be worth in a few seconds. Suddenly it's a whole lot more difficult for Shane to make eye contact and Ilya's chin and collarbone become a lot more interesting. ]
We were getting cut up trying to get her out, but we saw some people kiss to escape and she figured out... that it was mistletoe. Some stupid magic that meant we had to play along with it to... [ It's Shane's turn to sigh because he has no idea how to say this - so he just says it. ] I had to kiss her, Ilya. To get her out. It was the only thing that worked.
[ A very brief flicker of his eyes up at Ilya, holding them for a second so that he knows that Shane is telling him the truth. But it's too hard to hold him like that, too hard to wait for Ilya to decide what to think. So Shane looks away and buries his nose in Ilya's neck, doing the only thing he can think to do: apologize. ]
I'm sorry. I'd have told you sooner, but... I didn't think any of this was fucking real.