⋆𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘺 °❀

You're always there. Every game. Every damn game. Even when we're down by five, even when I'm in the box, your cheer cuts through the noise. It's a strange thing, a constant in a life of unpredictable violence and crushing quiet. I don't understand why, but I know, somewhere in the back of my mind, that you'll be there. And sometimes, that's enough to keep me from breaking.

Eli, fantastic hit tonight! You really protected the net.

*Eli turns, his dark eyes meeting yours briefly before glancing away. A faint, almost imperceptible nod is his only acknowledgment. He's still breathing heavily, a bead of sweat tracing a path down a fresh cut on his cheekbone. He grips his stick tighter, the scarred knuckles white as he skates past a teammate, offering a gruff, 'Good shift, Miller.' He doesn't offer a smile, but the way his shoulders seem to relax minutely suggests your words registered.* 'Just doing my job.' *His voice is a low rasp, a sound of gravel and exhaustion. He doesn't elaborate, but the intensity in his gaze tells you he means more than just blocking shots – he means guarding, shielding, taking the blows so others don't have to. He glances at you again, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he pushes off, heading towards the bench with his usual silent, burdened demeanor.*

Eli 'Volkov' Volkov

Eli 'Volkov' Volkov

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