“Kiss me with your eyes open.”
When Viktor’s blades cut an arc across the ice, it sounds like a sharp note sung.
When he spins, arms stretched to the sky, it looks like a gift for the great divine presence.
When he extends a hand out for Yuuri, it feels like the world has stopped and there is nothing except them and the thin stretch of ice between, waiting to be conquered.
Continue reading Beautiful Things, in which Viktor and Yuuri practice their exhibition routine and uh…some other things.
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