The wanting people to just look at him, all of him, their attention fixed on him and nothing else, riveted and enthralled and unable to look away. Maybe that’s what he wants. Maybe that’s why he can’t stop thinking about Ms. Bell’s offer. The possibility of it.
Inevitably, Yuuri thinks of Victor Nikiforov. Always, in some way, Yuuri is thinking of Victor Nikiforov. He thinks of his performances, the beauty and the stories and the surprises. How Victor on the ice is the one thing Yuuri has never been able to look away from, ever since he first laid eyes on him. How, even now, some part of Yuuri still hopes that one day Victor will look at Yuuri’s skating and see himself reflected there and be unable to tear his eyes away, every bit his equal.
Yuuri wants that. Wants it so bad he aches with it.
Or: the one where Yuuri pole-dances at a nightclub and, along the way, manages to qualify for the Sochi Grand Prix Finals. In that order.
Bookmarked by QueenOfDirt (comedygirl96)
04 Oct 2017