It's endless, apparently. The number of time Yuri can find himself thinking that Victor is beautiful.
This time when Victor lifts his head, and Yuri's eyes open, and even taking a few seconds longer than it should to focus, it's not the same as the last. It's not his wry smile, or the brilliant points of his eyes, that still beg and prod Yuri to believe him, amid laughter and lies that hum like the light he remembers are supposed to hang in the sky a week from now. It's not about that night, or the smooth fall of the silver hair, that matches his silver lashes. It's not anything about his face.
Not unless it's everything about his face and something that is so much more than. So much more that all of those things fall like yens from a pouch, and snowflakes from a thick grey sky, and drops of water fallen from a wave, and petals fallen from a cherry tree. Beautiful, but fleeting pieces, and absolutely nothing, dust compared the bigger part of itself. The light inside all of it. The way it fills everything in Yuri's chest, and his head, and his heart. Most of all his heart.
His heart that was always Victor's, from the moment Yuu-san told him to watch, and the moment he watched the first senior gold medal, and the first time he touched Victor's ice, and the first time Victor shook his hand on the sand and told him he wouldn't take it easy on him because that was how Victor loved, and every day he made good on those words, and today. Today, today, today, a million times today and tonight.
"I don't think I believe you." Which is nothing like real either, he thinks he'd breathe in even under water if Victor told him to, eventually, but his fingers tighten against the fall of that so soft silver hair his fingers are already tangled, and he pulls Victor back down, against that light in Victor that seems everywhere, and the one in himself, because he has to kiss Victor. Late or early, for this second it doesn't matter. He just wants to touch it. Victor. Victor, shining. Victor, underneath all the shine, and all the lights, and all the worlds' words of who he is.
Victor, laughing, and lying, and absolutely outlandish.
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Date: 2017-05-09 12:28 am (UTC)This time when Victor lifts his head, and Yuri's eyes open, and even taking a few seconds longer than it should to focus, it's not the same as the last. It's not his wry smile, or the brilliant points of his eyes, that still beg and prod Yuri to believe him, amid laughter and lies that hum like the light he remembers are supposed to hang in the sky a week from now. It's not about that night, or the smooth fall of the silver hair, that matches his silver lashes. It's not anything about his face.
Not unless it's everything about his face and something that is so much more than. So much more that all of those things fall like yens from a pouch, and snowflakes from a thick grey sky, and drops of water fallen from a wave, and petals fallen from a cherry tree. Beautiful, but fleeting pieces, and absolutely nothing, dust compared the bigger part of itself. The light inside all of it. The way it fills everything in Yuri's chest, and his head, and his heart. Most of all his heart.
His heart that was always Victor's, from the moment Yuu-san told him to watch, and the moment he watched the first senior gold medal, and the first time he touched Victor's ice, and the first time Victor shook his hand on the sand and told him he wouldn't take it easy on him because that was how Victor loved, and every day he made good on those words, and today. Today, today, today, a million times today and tonight.
"I don't think I believe you." Which is nothing like real either, he thinks he'd breathe in even under water if Victor told him to, eventually, but his fingers tighten against the fall of that so soft silver hair his fingers are already tangled, and he pulls Victor back down, against that light in Victor that seems everywhere, and the one in himself, because he has to kiss Victor. Late or early, for this second it doesn't matter. He just wants to touch it. Victor. Victor, shining. Victor, underneath all the shine, and all the lights, and all the worlds' words of who he is.
Victor, laughing, and lying, and absolutely outlandish.
Victor, different, but not different at all.