It's vague, and he shrugs. "If it were St. Petersburg ..."
But it isn't, and he's not sure that's such a bad thing. Of course he loves the city, would enjoy showing Yuri around it, but they shouldn't take that kind of time off before the Grand Prix Final, so the thought is largely dismissed out of hand. "It's going to be a busy week with a lot of travel and practice. You might want to go straight home to Hasetsu after Rostelecom, so let's not worry about making any particular plans."
If they can, thought, they certainly should, and his smile grows fond over his teacup, watching Yuri. "But if we can get to the Red Square rink, we should. I'd like to go skating with you."
Something he does almost every day, but it's all practice, all training, all working choreography and jumps and steps, angles and extensions. Had he ever even thought that one day he might be able to skate hand-in-hand around a frozen outdoor rink at night with Yuri, wrapped in winter coats with their breath freezing under a glittering canopy of fairy lights? Why is it such an appealing image? "But Barcelona will be pretty, too."
That close to Christmas, the city will probably be lit up like a million candles, and by then, they'll be as ready as they can be for everything that will come next. "And your birthday is around then, too, right, Yuri?"
How has this year gone by so quickly? He remembers this time last season, watching the Cup of China alone at his apartment with Maccachin flopped onto his lap, barely paying attention to either the rankings or the competitors once it was clear that one particular name wasn't among them. Had he cared at all last year where the final was taking place, or which qualifiers he was assigned to? His focus hadn't even been on the Grand Prix at all, but on Sochi.
It feels like it all happened to a different person, in a different lifetime.
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Date: 2017-04-19 09:06 pm (UTC)It's vague, and he shrugs. "If it were St. Petersburg ..."
But it isn't, and he's not sure that's such a bad thing. Of course he loves the city, would enjoy showing Yuri around it, but they shouldn't take that kind of time off before the Grand Prix Final, so the thought is largely dismissed out of hand. "It's going to be a busy week with a lot of travel and practice. You might want to go straight home to Hasetsu after Rostelecom, so let's not worry about making any particular plans."
If they can, thought, they certainly should, and his smile grows fond over his teacup, watching Yuri. "But if we can get to the Red Square rink, we should. I'd like to go skating with you."
Something he does almost every day, but it's all practice, all training, all working choreography and jumps and steps, angles and extensions. Had he ever even thought that one day he might be able to skate hand-in-hand around a frozen outdoor rink at night with Yuri, wrapped in winter coats with their breath freezing under a glittering canopy of fairy lights? Why is it such an appealing image? "But Barcelona will be pretty, too."
That close to Christmas, the city will probably be lit up like a million candles, and by then, they'll be as ready as they can be for everything that will come next. "And your birthday is around then, too, right, Yuri?"
How has this year gone by so quickly? He remembers this time last season, watching the Cup of China alone at his apartment with Maccachin flopped onto his lap, barely paying attention to either the rankings or the competitors once it was clear that one particular name wasn't among them. Had he cared at all last year where the final was taking place, or which qualifiers he was assigned to? His focus hadn't even been on the Grand Prix at all, but on Sochi.
It feels like it all happened to a different person, in a different lifetime.