Fuzzy Verse
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“Shane,” Ilya calls out. “I am here.”
No response, just the ambient hum of Shane’s fridge. The TV is not on or anything. Is Shane even home?
Ilya walks through the kitchen and past the bathroom, still finding nothing. He heads towards the living room next. His imagination is already going, wondering if this is a surprise of some kind. Maybe Shane will come out from around a corner, launch himself at Ilya, push him up against the wall and—
Ilya’s thought process slams into a brick wall when he enters the living room. He stops walking, coming to a halt by the side of the couch.
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Sometimes, Shane gets…fuzzy. That is what Ilya has taken to calling it in his head. Then, Ilya stumbles upon something Shane hadn’t intended for him to see, and the puzzle pieces start to come together.
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- Part 1 of Fuzzy Verse
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“Shane,” Ilya is saying. “Are you okay?”
All Shane can bring himself to do is let out a quiet hum, muffled against Ilya’s skin.
There’s a pause. Ilya’s nails gently scratch at Shane’s scalp.
“Can you look at me? Hm?” Ilya coaxes. There’s a certain quality to his voice, now. Soft. Shane can’t place it.
Still, he slowly tilts his head, peering up at Ilya. He has to look up so far when he’s crouching like this. His neck is nearly craned all the way.
“Zayka,” Ilya murmurs affectionately, his hand sliding down from Shane’s hair to cradle the side of his face.
The threads suddenly come together in Shane’s mind. He pulls away from Ilya’s hand as though burned, embarrassment gripping him.
“Don’t, Ilya,” he says. It sounds more like a plea rather than an admonishment.
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After seeing Shane fuzzy for the first time, Ilya comes to the cottage with gifts. Shane reckons with this, and reckons with letting himself be small around Ilya.
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- Part 2 of Fuzzy Verse