Yuri nods, and it looks like he hears him, and it looks like he's trying to listen and do as Victor says, but that's part of the problem. That he looks like it. That it's so easy to tell he's trying hard.
Still rushing, still cutting some elements short, and pushing into others, frustration pouring off him in waves while Victor watches, finger against his mouth, elbows on the rink wall. It's fine if Yuri can work through his nerves here: a rough practice doesn't mean a similarly dicey performance, and sometimes it's good to get the shakes out where and when he can. Still, it's a relief to see him slip into a spin and stay there, like he's unwinding whatever's tied itself up around his spine and nerves and heart and lungs. Screwing himself back into place, into this moment. Moving back into the footwork he'd once been so nervous about.
Uncertain if he could do it. Not sure he could sell it.
As a crutch, the katsudon has worked well as far as it could be useful, but Yuri's so much better now that a crutch might actually trip him up, rather than help him. It's something to think about, even as he's smiling in satisfaction as Yuri finds his way back to the steps.
Better. It doesn't need to be perfect until the next time he takes the ice, but it's better.
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Date: 2017-04-02 03:42 am (UTC)Still rushing, still cutting some elements short, and pushing into others, frustration pouring off him in waves while Victor watches, finger against his mouth, elbows on the rink wall. It's fine if Yuri can work through his nerves here: a rough practice doesn't mean a similarly dicey performance, and sometimes it's good to get the shakes out where and when he can. Still, it's a relief to see him slip into a spin and stay there, like he's unwinding whatever's tied itself up around his spine and nerves and heart and lungs. Screwing himself back into place, into this moment. Moving back into the footwork he'd once been so nervous about.
Uncertain if he could do it. Not sure he could sell it.
As a crutch, the katsudon has worked well as far as it could be useful, but Yuri's so much better now that a crutch might actually trip him up, rather than help him. It's something to think about, even as he's smiling in satisfaction as Yuri finds his way back to the steps.
Better. It doesn't need to be perfect until the next time he takes the ice, but it's better.