He's still blinking in surprise as Yuri steps through the gate to let Yurio pass, striding as firmly as he can on thin blades, gossamer hair floating around his shoulders and chin, all ice and determination. Despite his young age, it doesn't fall as flat as it would with someone less dedicated to their focus (or image, he supposes), but it does put Victor in mind of the military training Yurio will probably be exempted from –– or a reasonable facsimile thereof, with some artistic license taken.
It doesn't look like Agape, but it does look like Yuri Plisetsky: there's the glint in his eye that suggests he may well find some ledge to throw himself from, in order to melt this ice in a blaze of glory. While it might not suggest unconditional, divine love, it's certainly effective.
Which is what Yuri seems to be thinking, too, as he leans towards Victor and they grin at each other, Victor suddenly more curious to see Yurio's Agape than he has been since Onsen on Ice, all those months ago.
(How has it changed, how did Yurio make it his?)
Exclaiming "good!" as Yuri chimes in at the same time, before they both turn to watch Yurio step onto the ice. They were never going to ignore his performance, but Victor has to admit, it will probably be easier for Yuri to watch now that his own is finished, and so spectacularly at that. Which reminds him –– "Come on, Yuri."
Handing him the skate guards, and stooping to pluck Yuri's jacket from the chair it was on, offering it when Yuri has a free hand. "Time to go see how much you beat your personal best by."
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He's still blinking in surprise as Yuri steps through the gate to let Yurio pass, striding as firmly as he can on thin blades, gossamer hair floating around his shoulders and chin, all ice and determination. Despite his young age, it doesn't fall as flat as it would with someone less dedicated to their focus (or image, he supposes), but it does put Victor in mind of the military training Yurio will probably be exempted from –– or a reasonable facsimile thereof, with some artistic license taken.
It doesn't look like Agape, but it does look like Yuri Plisetsky: there's the glint in his eye that suggests he may well find some ledge to throw himself from, in order to melt this ice in a blaze of glory. While it might not suggest unconditional, divine love, it's certainly effective.
Which is what Yuri seems to be thinking, too, as he leans towards Victor and they grin at each other, Victor suddenly more curious to see Yurio's Agape than he has been since Onsen on Ice, all those months ago.
(How has it changed, how did Yurio make it his?)
Exclaiming "good!" as Yuri chimes in at the same time, before they both turn to watch Yurio step onto the ice. They were never going to ignore his performance, but Victor has to admit, it will probably be easier for Yuri to watch now that his own is finished, and so spectacularly at that. Which reminds him –– "Come on, Yuri."
Handing him the skate guards, and stooping to pluck Yuri's jacket from the chair it was on, offering it when Yuri has a free hand. "Time to go see how much you beat your personal best by."