Different, but not different. (Obviously.) But the wrong question. (Just as obviously.) Yuri looking the way Yuri looks when he's hit the ice for the fifth time instead of landing clean on the correct edge to circle back and away in a graceful arc. Yuri looking the way Yuri looks when he's as annoyed at himself, or more, for failing to deliver than at Victor for pushing him.
But they aren't on the ice now, even if this all might be easier to interpret if they were. Easier to say, easier to understand. He's not sure it's only the fault of English: he's not sure he has words in any language that perfectly detail what he's felt, what he feels, what this is and has been. Love and loss and longing and lust, infatuation, anger. Frustration. Everything that fed into Stay Close to Me and Eros and even Agape, but was never fully realized or defined through any of them.
Closer, though. Perhaps.
So his fingers let go of Yuri's, only to trace down over the back of his hand, and slip up underneath his palm, to take their place directly over Yuri's steadily beating heart, while Victor's smile turns soft, face tipping up. "Show me."
Different, nut not different. Something without words to say. How Yuri's felt, how he feels, how it's changed since before. Since Victor kissed him, or since Victor dragged him onto his lap, or since the quad flip, or since whenever it shifted and became this, instead of that.
Easier to show than to tell, and he's already waited long enough. "Kiss me."
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Date: 2017-04-25 12:47 pm (UTC)But they aren't on the ice now, even if this all might be easier to interpret if they were. Easier to say, easier to understand. He's not sure it's only the fault of English: he's not sure he has words in any language that perfectly detail what he's felt, what he feels, what this is and has been. Love and loss and longing and lust, infatuation, anger. Frustration. Everything that fed into Stay Close to Me and Eros and even Agape, but was never fully realized or defined through any of them.
Closer, though. Perhaps.
So his fingers let go of Yuri's, only to trace down over the back of his hand, and slip up underneath his palm, to take their place directly over Yuri's steadily beating heart, while Victor's smile turns soft, face tipping up. "Show me."
Different, nut not different. Something without words to say. How Yuri's felt, how he feels, how it's changed since before. Since Victor kissed him, or since Victor dragged him onto his lap, or since the quad flip, or since whenever it shifted and became this, instead of that.
Easier to show than to tell, and he's already waited long enough. "Kiss me."