Fanart for "Words Are Not Sparrows" by tackytiger on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/91279731/chapters/245425441
When Ilya wakes in the night it feels like a dream. The shades are up, and the whole room is cool and blue and beautiful, the almost-full moon framed like a picture through the window. Hollander is pressed up behind him, his breath hot on Ilya’s neck. He’s holding Ilya tight against him, his hand flat and demanding over Ilya’s heart.

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