As the season had begun, he watched his players tiptoe around mentioning Hollander the first few weeks of practice. The fear in their eyes when someone accidently mentioned the H-word. Yet, every time Brandon caught a glimpse of that same, first reaction. Rozanov caught off guard, confused.
It wasn’t until Wyatt Hayes had broken free of the collective team shyness that Brandon saw Rozanov really light up on the ice. It was almost like it was a magic word. Just one mention of Hollander and any darkness swirling around Rozanov was whisked away.
Brandon Wiebe was not a betting man. But if you asked him, the likelihood of a certain decade long rivalry being a farce was rising every day.
Teen, Centaurs humour. So I haven’t read the books (yet), but thanks to this fandom I’ve fallen in love with the madhouse that is the Ottawa Centaurs already. And it really doesn’t get much better than combining incredibly funny outside POV on Hollanov with lots and lots of Shane worship. 😉