In the end, they walked in silence through the Fira de Santa Llúcia, watching the streams of people wandering by as night falls in earnest. To stave off the chill in the air, Victor buys a cup of spiced wine to sip.
It tastes like Christmas.
Slowly, Yuri relaxes a little further beside him, until the silence they walk in feels less oppressive and more thoughtful, companionable. Soon enough the clock with strike twelve and Cinderella will have to go back to the hotel to try and sleep before tomorrow's short program, but for now, they can enjoy the fairytale lights and shops around them, the air scented with cinnamon and the faint promise of snow, somewhere in the world.
It's so close to being a perfect night that he honestly isn't sure how he'll have it in him to tell Yuri when it's over...
But they'll have to have dinner first, at least, surely. Perhaps he was getting a little ahead of himself, earlier.
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In the end, they walked in silence through the Fira de Santa Llúcia, watching the streams of people wandering by as night falls in earnest. To stave off the chill in the air, Victor buys a cup of spiced wine to sip.
It tastes like Christmas.
Slowly, Yuri relaxes a little further beside him, until the silence they walk in feels less oppressive and more thoughtful, companionable. Soon enough the clock with strike twelve and Cinderella will have to go back to the hotel to try and sleep before tomorrow's short program, but for now, they can enjoy the fairytale lights and shops around them, the air scented with cinnamon and the faint promise of snow, somewhere in the world.
It's so close to being a perfect night that he honestly isn't sure how he'll have it in him to tell Yuri when it's over...
But they'll have to have dinner first, at least, surely. Perhaps he was getting a little ahead of himself, earlier.