When Yakov tells him to run through the program again, Yuri doesn't need to be told twice. Since he's (almost) the only one left on the ice at this point, it's second nature to take advantage of the expanded space to get the fuck away from everyone else. In a flash of blades, he's off like a speed skater at the sound of the gun, swinging out on a wide arc through the expanse of the rink. Once he feels like he's put enough distance between himself and...well, everything, he eases off into a glide.
He's getting better about control, when he sets his mind to it. Even the flare of irritation at that prick JJ is already fading, because he knows there's a better use for the fire within. But alone at the far end of the rink, looking across the glistening surface scored with numerous blade marks, his gaze falls on the open door and the two figures right beside it. One silver-haired, one dark.
Katsudon might have Viktor at his side right now, but he'll be alone on the ice tomorrow, too.
Just as his momentum peters out, Yuri lets out a long breath through his nose and pushes off again to move into his starting position. He can't be certain what they have planned. There's no point in speculating on it. But he'll have to be ready for it.
No games. His own words echo in his head, solidifying his resolve as he pauses in his opening pose. No excuses.
There's no music echoing against the high, cavernous walls, but in his head a soaring soprano voice beckons him forward, into the first steps of Agape.
Sic mea vita est temporaria, cupitSince my life is only temporary, it desires
ardenter caritatem aeternam....ardently the eternal love....
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He's getting better about control, when he sets his mind to it. Even the flare of irritation at that prick JJ is already fading, because he knows there's a better use for the fire within. But alone at the far end of the rink, looking across the glistening surface scored with numerous blade marks, his gaze falls on the open door and the two figures right beside it. One silver-haired, one dark.
(we won't take it easy on you)
Yuri is alone on the ice, as he will be tomorrow.
(it won't be like last time)
Katsudon might have Viktor at his side right now, but he'll be alone on the ice tomorrow, too.
Just as his momentum peters out, Yuri lets out a long breath through his nose and pushes off again to move into his starting position. He can't be certain what they have planned. There's no point in speculating on it. But he'll have to be ready for it.
No games. His own words echo in his head, solidifying his resolve as he pauses in his opening pose. No excuses.
There's no music echoing against the high, cavernous walls, but in his head a soaring soprano voice beckons him forward, into the first steps of Agape.