[ 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: 2026-03-03 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.