Yuri turns towards him, and the room is momentarily full only of the soft, quiet sounds of bodies shifting against sheets, until Yuri is on his side and Victor's arm is draped over his waist. He doesn't look wholly convinced, but there's none of last week's shattering anxiety, either, and Victor will take that as a good sign. "Besides, I don't want you worrying about them. Skate the way you love best."
In the end, it's never about the audience, as much as Victor always performed for them. Every skater is out there alone. As much as the audience can help or hinder, it's always up to the single person on the ice to determine their own fate.
...Although it helps to have a goal to try and attain.
A thought that makes him grin, slow and fond, laughing at himself as he lifts his hand to brush Yuri's hair back, tuck it with deft fingers over his ear. "If you can seduce me, you can seduce anyone."
It's funny because it already happened, because Victor never stood a chance. Yuri swept him off like a piece of driftwood in a storm, and he's never been able to make his way back to shore ever since.
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In the end, it's never about the audience, as much as Victor always performed for them. Every skater is out there alone. As much as the audience can help or hinder, it's always up to the single person on the ice to determine their own fate.
...Although it helps to have a goal to try and attain.
A thought that makes him grin, slow and fond, laughing at himself as he lifts his hand to brush Yuri's hair back, tuck it with deft fingers over his ear. "If you can seduce me, you can seduce anyone."
It's funny because it already happened, because Victor never stood a chance. Yuri swept him off like a piece of driftwood in a storm, and he's never been able to make his way back to shore ever since.