Moscow has its appeal. The Red Square, the Bolshoi: it may not be the hub of art and culture in Russia, but it's a city with a great deal of history and character, both tragic and beautiful. "It's a shame Minako won't be coming with us. Ballet is very popular in Russia, and she'd probably be something of a celebrity, herself."
Not to mention he'd pay good money to have rinkside seats for any meeting between Minako and Lilia, Yakov's terrifying and strict ex-wife. She'll be there, he thinks. Isn't she working with Yurio? Yakov isn't holding back on his youngest senior skater's debut season, that's for certain. He wonders if Yakov is still angry with him for leaving, and feels the usual pang of guilt that has never quite been strong or sharp enough to make him call the man up and apologize.
How could he? He isn't sorry. He'd been miserable those last few months, and Yakov had been as aware of it as he had. Maybe even more so.
And now he's here, and Yuri had beat Georgi, among others, and Yuri is watching him with that light in his eyes and that soft, fond amusement that makes Victor's heart turn stupid and clumsy, falling all over itself to elicit the full smile from that quiet curled potential at the edges of his mouth. All that, and only moments ago Yuri had been pressed all against him. Yuri had his fingers against his hair and his arm around Victor's neck, and Yuri had kissed him back. Yuri had said he wanted this to be real.
No, he can't regret leaving. Not even for having caused Yakov pain. Even if that makes Yakov right about one final thing: that Victor cares for no one but himself.
If he's selfish, so be it. Without that choice, he would never have realized how much of life and happiness he was truly missing.
All of which makes his smile go soft and thoughtful and a little wry-turned-relieved, as he's picking up the tea pot and refilling first Yuri's cup and then his own. "But we'll be pretty busy there, anyway."
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Date: 2017-04-19 07:05 pm (UTC)Moscow has its appeal. The Red Square, the Bolshoi: it may not be the hub of art and culture in Russia, but it's a city with a great deal of history and character, both tragic and beautiful. "It's a shame Minako won't be coming with us. Ballet is very popular in Russia, and she'd probably be something of a celebrity, herself."
Not to mention he'd pay good money to have rinkside seats for any meeting between Minako and Lilia, Yakov's terrifying and strict ex-wife. She'll be there, he thinks. Isn't she working with Yurio? Yakov isn't holding back on his youngest senior skater's debut season, that's for certain. He wonders if Yakov is still angry with him for leaving, and feels the usual pang of guilt that has never quite been strong or sharp enough to make him call the man up and apologize.
How could he? He isn't sorry. He'd been miserable those last few months, and Yakov had been as aware of it as he had. Maybe even more so.
And now he's here, and Yuri had beat Georgi, among others, and Yuri is watching him with that light in his eyes and that soft, fond amusement that makes Victor's heart turn stupid and clumsy, falling all over itself to elicit the full smile from that quiet curled potential at the edges of his mouth. All that, and only moments ago Yuri had been pressed all against him. Yuri had his fingers against his hair and his arm around Victor's neck, and Yuri had kissed him back. Yuri had said he wanted this to be real.
No, he can't regret leaving. Not even for having caused Yakov pain. Even if that makes Yakov right about one final thing: that Victor cares for no one but himself.
If he's selfish, so be it. Without that choice, he would never have realized how much of life and happiness he was truly missing.
All of which makes his smile go soft and thoughtful and a little wry-turned-relieved, as he's picking up the tea pot and refilling first Yuri's cup and then his own. "But we'll be pretty busy there, anyway."