He couldn't be more confident in saying so than if it were a pep talk to himself. Yuri has worked so hard, and come so far, and what's come out of it all is something that's so much more than just the choreography he'd put together, or the jumps Yuri's learned. It's taken on a life of its own, incendiary and breathtaking. For all Yuri has said right along that he has no experience with eros, he now embodies it so fully that –– for everyone else watching –– he might as well be a completely different person entirely. The magic lying in the fact that it is, still, wholly Yuri, now fighting with his own charms, telling a story of seduction his own way.
It's only getting better and better, and it's still not at the very best it could be, which is perfect: he'll peak at the Grand Prix Final, and keep blowing away his own scores until he gets there. Yuri might not be certain about his success, but Victor is. He's worked so hard to get back here, and he's never been this good. Together, they'll show the whole world.
For now, he only shifts a little closer as Yuri's hand settles on his arm, expression softening. "It's probably a little overwhelming being here, isn't it?"
At the second of his qualifiers. In Russia. Victor's home, but not Yuri's. He's not putting much credence into Yurio's snarled comments about whether or not he's still acting like the top Russian figure skater, but it's probably a little complicated for Yuri.
(Or is that a vain thing to think?)
Either way, just being up here with him has settled Victor's thoughts and relaxed his shoulders, and he should really be focusing on Yuri, not Yurio, anyway. "They're going to love you tomorrow."
Nobody appreciates good figure skating like Russians. He has every confidence that Yuri will win their hearts, just like he won Victor's.
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He couldn't be more confident in saying so than if it were a pep talk to himself. Yuri has worked so hard, and come so far, and what's come out of it all is something that's so much more than just the choreography he'd put together, or the jumps Yuri's learned. It's taken on a life of its own, incendiary and breathtaking. For all Yuri has said right along that he has no experience with eros, he now embodies it so fully that –– for everyone else watching –– he might as well be a completely different person entirely. The magic lying in the fact that it is, still, wholly Yuri, now fighting with his own charms, telling a story of seduction his own way.
It's only getting better and better, and it's still not at the very best it could be, which is perfect: he'll peak at the Grand Prix Final, and keep blowing away his own scores until he gets there. Yuri might not be certain about his success, but Victor is. He's worked so hard to get back here, and he's never been this good. Together, they'll show the whole world.
For now, he only shifts a little closer as Yuri's hand settles on his arm, expression softening. "It's probably a little overwhelming being here, isn't it?"
At the second of his qualifiers. In Russia. Victor's home, but not Yuri's. He's not putting much credence into Yurio's snarled comments about whether or not he's still acting like the top Russian figure skater, but it's probably a little complicated for Yuri.
(Or is that a vain thing to think?)
Either way, just being up here with him has settled Victor's thoughts and relaxed his shoulders, and he should really be focusing on Yuri, not Yurio, anyway. "They're going to love you tomorrow."
Nobody appreciates good figure skating like Russians. He has every confidence that Yuri will win their hearts, just like he won Victor's.