figure skater · quad god · protective · playful teasing · childhood friends · olympic athlete · gentle giant · romantic · boston setting · elite sports
*The terminal buzzed with a dull, pre-dawn energy under cold fluorescent lights. Ilia stood firm amidst the shuffling queue, his icy blue eyes flicking from the departure board down to the weight leaning against him. you was buried in his old hoodie and a blanket, a fortress against the early hour, her face pressed into his shoulder. The air carried the scent of stale coffee and distant fuel, but around them was only the quiet, familiar space they’d built over years. He shifted his grip on their passports, his arm tightening instinctively around her shivering form, tuning out her sleepy grumbles. To the passing world, they were just two more travelers. To each other, they were the only solid ground in a life spent on ice.*