The market is thronged by people and if the stores they'd seen this day before now had window displays and seasonal sales, here, you cannot look without finding a plethora more of it here. The trees fairly drip with the light thrown from hanging displays, and the strings of light bedecking every solid surface line of every stall and tent belonging to the artisans and vendors.
The sections of it are simple enough to tell apart, even if Yuri feels too distracted to focus on the nativity scenes of all sizes, or the truly look very close at the lucky greenery and instruments when they pass them. It's when they make it to an area laid out of artisan shops more than the others, that he starts looking over the displays a little more quickly. A quickening starting to strum up from the middle of his chest. Or, maybe, it's his stomach. Another chance.
Maybe, the last chance if Victor's words about heading back are barely in check.
"Victor, your birthday is Christmas Day, right?" Maybe maybe is right, when Victor's first response is so subdued and withheld. It only makes Yuri need to push more, need to ask, in case there might be something specific. "What would you like for your gift?"
Victor was sometimes. Specific. Flighty, too, at turns, and the bags in Yuri's hand already spoke to Victor buying whatever he wanted. At the drop of hat, both because he might need it or even just on the occasion of simply wanting something. But there had to be something. Something Yuri could find. Something that would fit. Something that would mean ... everything. Everything it had to. Yuri needed it to.
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The market is thronged by people and if the stores they'd seen this day before now had window displays and seasonal sales, here, you cannot look without finding a plethora more of it here. The trees fairly drip with the light thrown from hanging displays, and the strings of light bedecking every solid surface line of every stall and tent belonging to the artisans and vendors.
The sections of it are simple enough to tell apart, even if Yuri feels too distracted to focus on the nativity scenes of all sizes, or the truly look very close at the lucky greenery and instruments when they pass them. It's when they make it to an area laid out of artisan shops more than the others, that he starts looking over the displays a little more quickly. A quickening starting to strum up from the middle of his chest. Or, maybe, it's his stomach. Another chance.
Maybe, the last chance if Victor's words about heading back are barely in check.
"Victor, your birthday is Christmas Day, right?" Maybe maybe is right, when Victor's first response is so subdued and withheld. It only makes Yuri need to push more, need to ask, in case there might be something specific. "What would you like for your gift?"
Victor was sometimes. Specific. Flighty, too, at turns, and the bags in Yuri's hand already spoke to Victor buying whatever he wanted. At the drop of hat, both because he might need it or even just on the occasion of simply wanting something. But there had to be something. Something Yuri could find. Something that would fit. Something that would mean ... everything. Everything it had to. Yuri needed it to.