There's a fresh wave of applause as they get up, that makes Victor laugh, and lift his free hand in a wave, with the other still firmly holding Yuri's. Smile, wave, while the crowd cheers and he's helping Yuri over towards the gate, where a grinning assistant hands him Yuri's skate guards, jacket, and the tissue box, all of which he'd left behind in his rush to get over here. He doesn't want to let go even to let Yuri get the guards on, but people are waving them towards the kiss-and-cry, and they've barely sat down before the scores are up, and ––
Second place. Second! It isn't gold, but at the moment, Victor couldn't care less, and if he'd thought a moment ago he couldn't be more thrilled, he was wrong. The touchdown on the triple axel, double-footing the landing after that combination, and falling on the quad flip all knocked points away, but not enough to diminish what he'd done. What he'd proved.
Sending Victor towards him again, this time to hug him tightly, beaming against his cheek and ear. "I knew you could do it! Well done, Yuri. That was amazing."
Performance. Technique. How he'd owned the audience. And, of course: that flip, that's got ludicrous pride beating wings against Victor's ribs, threatening to burst out and leave him unable to keep from shouting how fantastic that was, did you see that flip? Maybe it didn't land, but he can do it. Did it. Something even Victor would never have done, at the very end of a free skate. "I'm so proud of you!"
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Date: 2017-04-10 06:58 pm (UTC)Second place. Second! It isn't gold, but at the moment, Victor couldn't care less, and if he'd thought a moment ago he couldn't be more thrilled, he was wrong. The touchdown on the triple axel, double-footing the landing after that combination, and falling on the quad flip all knocked points away, but not enough to diminish what he'd done. What he'd proved.
Sending Victor towards him again, this time to hug him tightly, beaming against his cheek and ear. "I knew you could do it! Well done, Yuri. That was amazing."
Performance. Technique. How he'd owned the audience. And, of course: that flip, that's got ludicrous pride beating wings against Victor's ribs, threatening to burst out and leave him unable to keep from shouting how fantastic that was, did you see that flip? Maybe it didn't land, but he can do it. Did it. Something even Victor would never have done, at the very end of a free skate. "I'm so proud of you!"