The first moment of confusion comes when Victor bounces up on his feet, finally, finally a reaction, something, something enthus-- but doesn't come down. He's coming closer. Too close, past the gate, before Yuri can even reach it to meet him, right there on the cusp of the line that divides them, even here.
But he doesn't stop. Coming closer. Closer. Closer.Closer.
Midair. Victor's face inches from him and still coming. His own eyes widening in realization. His heart stopping, when Victor's eyes are closing, and Victor's mouth hits his. His hands still out, still up, and he's falling. Everything is falling. Everything is the impact of Victor's mouth, while he's falling, falling, weight lost, airborn, no way to catch himself, no way to breathe, fingers digging into that coat, and then the slam of his back into the ice, compounded by the weight of Victor's body on top of his (again, again, again).
The world distorted yelling that seems to to crescendo with the shock in Yuri's head, and he can't raise his hands any further, can't touch his mouth, because Victor is on top of him. Victor's head has fallen to his shoulder, to the ice, and the ceiling is so far away, everything is a blur of his heart sprinting. Out of his body. Out of his head. Out his throat. His mouth.
Shocked confusion. (Victor ... kissed him?)
Shocked surprise. (Victor. Kissed. Him.)
Shocked - Shock. (The world is crowd is screaming. The world is still there. They are -- )
Yuri's fingers still in his jacket. Victor's hand in his hair.
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Date: 2017-04-10 02:55 pm (UTC)But he doesn't stop. Coming closer. Closer. Closer. Closer.
Midair. Victor's face inches from him and still coming. His own eyes widening in realization. His heart stopping, when Victor's eyes are closing, and Victor's mouth hits his. His hands still out, still up, and he's falling. Everything is falling. Everything is the impact of Victor's mouth, while he's falling, falling, weight lost, airborn, no way to catch himself, no way to breathe, fingers digging into that coat, and then the slam of his back into the ice, compounded by the weight of Victor's body on top of his (again, again, again).
The world distorted yelling that seems to to crescendo with the shock in Yuri's head, and he can't raise his hands any further, can't touch his mouth, because Victor is on top of him. Victor's head has fallen to his shoulder, to the ice, and the ceiling is so far away, everything is a blur of his heart sprinting. Out of his body. Out of his head. Out his throat. His mouth.
Shocked confusion.
(Victor ... kissed him?)
(Victor. Kissed. Him.)
(The world is crowd is screaming.
The world is still there. They are -- )
Yuri's fingers still in his jacket. Victor's hand in his hair.