Yuri made a soft noise, more like he was acknowledging the words were said, more than truly thinking deeply about them or commenting on them. Though the idea of lazing about in the hot springs for a long time, maybe even long enough to just put his head down and fade out of his own thoughts, worries, and some of the soreness sounded almost too amazing to even just think about.
He didn't expect to feel like this -- this, what?? -- once he finally got here.
This feeling where he wants to just sag to his side, against Victor, or at least by the most partial on increments until maybe his shoulder on that side could just barely brush against Victor's shoulder, or Victor's side. An even more constant and stretched feeling, even just as he took steps, from his hand and further. That Victor really was here. That he was nearby. That he wouldn't vanish in a second, any second, when Yuri looked up to say anything.
This feeling like he didn't have to say anything.
This feeling where he still had no so much to say, but it only hovered. This feeling like he wanted to say all of it, and had no clue how to feel it less say it. This feeling like he could breathe. This feeling like he didn't have to remember how to, or force himself to. This feeling like he wanted to close his eyes and just give into that exhaustion rolled over his like a fog.
This feeling like he wanted to turn his head and just stare are Victor -- real, alive, here, with him, existing, the gait of his steps, the way he held his shoulders, the soft gentle bump of his hair as he moved -- and never look away. Like maybe a decade and half, and eight months, and less than one week, had never prepared him to remember enough when Victor was suddenly gone.
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Date: 2017-07-23 02:55 pm (UTC)Yuri made a soft noise, more like he was acknowledging the words were said, more than truly thinking deeply about them or commenting on them. Though the idea of lazing about in the hot springs for a long time, maybe even long enough to just put his head down and fade out of his own thoughts, worries, and some of the soreness sounded almost too amazing to even just think about.
He didn't expect to feel like this -- this, what?? -- once he finally got here.
This feeling where he wants to just sag to his side, against Victor, or at least by the most partial on increments until maybe his shoulder on that side could just barely brush against Victor's shoulder, or Victor's side. An even more constant and stretched feeling, even just as he took steps, from his hand and further. That Victor really was here. That he was nearby. That he wouldn't vanish in a second, any second, when Yuri looked up to say anything.
This feeling like he didn't have to say anything.
This feeling where he still had no so much to say, but it only hovered. This feeling like he wanted to say all of it, and had no clue how to feel it less say it. This feeling like he could breathe. This feeling like he didn't have to remember how to, or force himself to. This feeling like he wanted to close his eyes and just give into that exhaustion rolled over his like a fog.
This feeling like he wanted to turn his head and just stare are Victor -- real, alive, here, with him, existing, the gait of his steps, the way he held his shoulders, the soft gentle bump of his hair as he moved -- and never look away. Like maybe a decade and half, and eight months, and less than one week, had never prepared him to remember enough when Victor was suddenly gone.