Yuuri heard the blood rushing in his years as he ended his rutine, chest heaving, limbs trembling from exhaustion, and eyes already frantically searching for him.
Finally spotting him he saw the blur of Victor’s figure take off into a run, rushing around the rink to get to the kiss and cry section. Yuuri’s breathing sped up even more. Was it okay? Was he angry? Which one was it?
He took off, his skates cutting through the ice as he propelled himself, shouting at Victor in excited nervousness. Victor came to a stop and waited for him, not saying anything. When Yuuri got near enough he finally registered the quirk to Victor’s lips, the gentle expression on his face - and then he was tipping backwards.
It happened so fast, yet it also felt like an eternity and Yuuri swore he could see every little detail of Victor’s face; his eyelashes, the glint in his eyes, the way his lips shone as they parted while closing in. And then all he could do was feel, his eyes unseeing, his mind not comprehending.
The press of Victor’s mouth against his. Their heartbeats. Their breaths tickling his cheeks. Gravity pulling them down. The way Victor cradled his head to protect him from impact. The way Victor tucked his head into his neck. The weight of Victor’s body on top of him and the chilling ice below him. It happened so suddenly. Yet he felt it all.
Victor raised his head and smiled down at him. Yuuri’s heart just about burst.
“That was the only thing I could think of to surprise you more than you’ve surprised me.” Victor said to him with a soft expression, eyes shining.
“Really?” He smiled at Victor tenderly, his entire body trembling with happiness. The sound of the crowd barely registered in his mind.
He’s in love with him.
It’s not enough.
“But I love him.” he whispered.
“That boy is the sun,” they answered,
“He was never meant to be yours.”
In the chaos of grief,
he took his sword in hand,
and severed the feathered wings from his back.
And from the ashes of the earth,
he stole the burning wings of a phoenix.
In the end, two hearts became one.
*definitely knows that northern downpour comes right after I have friends in holy spaces*
Also me, while listening to pretty odd straight through when northern downpour comes on:
oh GOd plEase GIVE ME A WARNING NEXT TIME YOU GAY ASSHOLES!! FUck YOu rYaN rOSs and YOUR FUCKING BOWL CUT!! I AM GOING to MeLt mY eNtIre boDY ALONG WITH MY HEADACHES!! I wAS nOT PREparED I wAS n
“I AM MOANA” is so GOOD as a climactic moment, I’m still not over it–throughout the whole movie there’s this unavoidable theme of knowing who you are, knowing your role and your place in the world. The heroine’s struggle is working out who she is…
But then she reaches that point and says you know what? I am ME! And that’s enough! Am I The Chosen One? Am I a chieftian or a wayfinder or what? Doesn’t matter! Before anything else I am ME, and that’s fine!
It’s 35 degrees today and I am melting just like my bowl of nicecream☀️💦 the creamiest mango nicecream with frozen berries, rawnola, coconut + coco suga👅🍌🍌
Perfect to refuel after a hectic morning of last minute Christmas shopping😅
OMFG ! MIKE ! WHO DID YOU BRING ! MY FLATMATE !*I WANNA HUG YOU MIKE * ! CUTE ARMY DOCTOR !!! LOVES ADVENTURE ! KEEP HIM ! KEEP HIM ! KEEP HIM ! KEEP HIM ! IMPRESS ! IMPRESS! IMPRESS ! OMG HIS SMILE ! OMFG I AM MELTING ! FOCUS !!!! OMFG HE HAS TAN !! OMG MILITARY HAIRCUT ! KEEP HIM FOR GOD'S SAKE ! OMFG HE WAS WOUNDED !! *I WONDER HOW HIS SCAR FEELS* ! MMMMM ! FOCUS !!! IMPRESSSSS !!!!