Victor makes a noise and Yuri's eyes dart back to his, from -- from he doesn't know where. From wherever he'd gotten unfocused and pained and trying to focus and failing entirely. Caught up in the race of his own heart and the staggering need that had caused him to move, that not moving seemed like it was killing him just as much as almost moving had, and now Victor has this expression.
This expression that looks pained, too, and did -- did he do that, too?
He hurt Victor? Somehow? Without even touching him? Which hurts so much more. Strident. Clarion. In him.
Everything snowballs, in rapid fire silence. He'd made the room go dead silent. Too. His heart wails at the suddenness of it. The realization. The silence. The stillness of them. The loss of Victor's voice and Victor's smile, Victor's laughter and crazy antics, dried up like a desert had swallowed it all under gritty sand, and what did he do. How does he take it back. It's comes tumbling out of his mouth, confused, desperately necessary, and only half meant, still fighting the tremor in his skin, the open bleeding want that was still everywhere, on everything. "Sorry. I'm sorry."
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Date: 2017-04-15 05:17 pm (UTC)This expression that looks pained, too, and did -- did he do that, too?
He hurt Victor? Somehow? Without even touching him?
Which hurts so much more. Strident. Clarion. In him.
Everything snowballs, in rapid fire silence. He'd made the room go dead silent. Too. His heart wails at the suddenness of it. The realization. The silence. The stillness of them. The loss of Victor's voice and Victor's smile, Victor's laughter and crazy antics, dried up like a desert had swallowed it all under gritty sand, and what did he do. How does he take it back. It's comes tumbling out of his mouth, confused, desperately necessary, and only half meant, still fighting the tremor in his skin, the open bleeding want that was still everywhere, on everything. "Sorry. I'm sorry."