songs in a minor

I think Yuuri knows how to play the piano!

“Hm? Is that a piano?”

Yuuri looks up from where he’s sorting out his laundry, a sock in one hand and a shirt in another. He puts the sock to one side and begins folding the shirt, Victor’s shirt that he keeps forgetting to give back. “Oh, that? I got that keyboard a long time ago—before I went to Detroit, even.”

Victor tilts his head from where he sits on the bed, feet stretched out before him. Blinks and looks at Yuuri. “Do you still play?”

“Sometimes.”

“Play for me?”

Smiling, Yuuri sets aside one of Victor’s scarves and stands. “Any requests?”

“Your song,” the Russian says decisively after a heartbeat of thinking. “Yuri on Ice.”

“Hmm. I never learned it,” Japan’s top figure skater admits. He shakes his head and pulls out the keyboard from where it sits propped against his closet. “But I can try.”

“You can do that?” Victor asks. The words, You’re that good at playing? go unsaid.

Yuuri shrugs, plugs the keyboard into the wall and turns the machine on. “Sure,” he answers, fingers running over scales like water pouring from a fountain. The sound is crisp and clear, and Victor finds himself pleasantly surprised. He wonders why.

“I’ve skated to this song so many times it’s practically engraved in my head,” the brunet continues, moving into arpeggios and rhythmic exercises. The keyboard moves slightly as Yuuri presses into the keys, the device pushing into the yielding mattress. “Just give me a second to warm up.”

As Yuuri’s fingers drift over the keys, Victor swings his feet back and forth. “How did you start playing?”

Yuuri’s fingers don’t stop, unheeding of or perhaps disregarding the conversation. Yuuri turns to look at the older man and hums. “I saw a video of someone playing the piano and decided to learn.”

“Did you take lessons?”

“For a time, yes.”

“How old were you when you started?”

Yuuri huffs a laugh from his nose and tests out various chords. “Is this an interrogation now?”

“Well, I never knew you could play. Is it so wrong to want to learn more about your boyfriend?”

“Mm.” Yuuri pauses, looking down at his hands. “I started when I was relatively young. Six, I think?”

“That is young.”

“Well, I stopped being so serious about it when I began taking ballet lessons. And then skating took up most of my time after that.”

“But you still play?”

“I still play.”

Yuuri begins then, starting with the sixteenth note triplets, and Victor closes his mouth and just listens. It’s lovely—reminds him of when he first listened to it, half asleep and with Yuuri excitedly leaning over his lap. Reminds him of his former student, of his lover before they became lovers.

“You’re very good at this.”

Closing his eyes and letting himself visualize the music inside his head, Yuuri leans back and feels his lips quirk into a half-smile. “I’m not the type to let a skill atrophy without practice.”

“That’s not you, no,” Victor agrees.

And they both listen, then, to the music pouring out of the cheap keyboard roused from its sleep. He times his breathing to the swelling of the melody, to the rise and fall of the notes, to the cadence of the moment. Victor leans against Yuuri’s shoulder and Yuuri leans back, the two of them content to relive their memories through the passage of sound.

It’s a peaceful moment filled with peaceful feelings. Victor tells himself to ask Yuuri to play more music for him from now on.

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The Falsettos: 2016 Revival: A Summary
  • 4 Jews in a Room Bitching: the song where you try to SiNg aLl The PaRts of At ONce
  • A Tight Knit Family/Love is Blind: trying to make shitty situations better am I right
  • The Thrill of First Love: wash and wear?
  • Marvin at the Psychiatrist: a three part mini opera
  • My Father's a homo: Let's all gang up on Jason and try to pretend he's the most messed up one yay
  • This had better come to a stop: marvin: a dick : a three part mini opera
  • I'm Breaking Down: basically "when it all falls down" from Chaplin
  • Please come to our house: that one spoken part that Mendel does that makes me uncomfortable
  • A Marriage Proposal: let's try to make things less shitty
  • Trina's song / March of the falsettos: the minor key *wee*
  • Making a home: trying to make it better again
  • The Games I play: Andrew. Rannells.
  • Marvin Hits Trina: why is her name "trih-nun" and not "treenuh" but also marvin is a dick again
  • I Never Wanted to Love you: rip out my heart why don't you
  • Father to Son: my fathers still a homo
  • Falsettoland/About time: There's lesbians now!!!
  • Year of the child: bar mitzvah food!
  • Miracle of Judaism: my fathers a homo but I'm not
  • The Baseball Game: Jews can't play baseball for shit
  • A Day in Falsetto land: im breaking down pt 2
  • Everyone hates his parents: it's true
  • anD THEN THE SHOW ENDS IT JUST STOPS THERE NOBODY DIES NOBODY NOPE IT JUST ENDS RIGHT THERE