[ The pause is minute, but the warning should be the way that Viktor positively seems to glow. He leans forward a little, eyes backlit with mischief and no end to endearment as he coos. ]
Yuuuuri, that was very smooth! [ Flirting is just like skating, Viktor's always thought. If you hesitate and lock-up, nothing you do will stick. But, that's what's always been so charming about Yuuri. His almosts are so earnest that even Viktor can't miss the way it glances at his heart, starts it stuttering a little harder than before. ] Commit to the landing! [ He chides – or tries to – his voice is too filled with affection to even accomplish that. But, he lets it go. Yuuri changed the subject on purpose and that much is acknowledged in the way Viktor gives his hand a gentle squeeze back – a gentler tug. You don’t have to be embarrassed, it seems to say. I’m happy.
He’s happy, for the first time in a long time. He can say it with certainty, as Yuuri continues to give him more of himself – tells him his thoughts in the continual fall of flowers. Viktor gives a little laugh, not unkind. It’s warm and warmer about redder petals – soft and rounded. Not quite a rose to be known on sight, but one nonetheless.
You’re lovely. Austrian roses – it suits. Viktor’s always known that Yuuri is. Always. ] I think keeping something beautiful is the best choice, [ he says, affirms. It isn’t silly or weird, is the reassurance. He’s waited for so long to give something beautiful to Yuuri without reservation and now – he’s gotten it back twofold. ] Did you want to keep them here or did you want to take them to my room? [ He strokes aimless along the back of Yuuri’s had with the meat of his thumb, does not look to what Yuuri talks about. Instead, he looks at Yuuri – red-faced and steady, something he’d have never gotten months before. ] I might have more space storage than you do, but I’m happy to give it to you.
HONESTLY SAME... so very same i have a small garden in my chest
Yuuuuri, that was very smooth! [ Flirting is just like skating, Viktor's always thought. If you hesitate and lock-up, nothing you do will stick. But, that's what's always been so charming about Yuuri. His almosts are so earnest that even Viktor can't miss the way it glances at his heart, starts it stuttering a little harder than before. ] Commit to the landing! [ He chides – or tries to – his voice is too filled with affection to even accomplish that. But, he lets it go. Yuuri changed the subject on purpose and that much is acknowledged in the way Viktor gives his hand a gentle squeeze back – a gentler tug. You don’t have to be embarrassed, it seems to say. I’m happy.
He’s happy, for the first time in a long time. He can say it with certainty, as Yuuri continues to give him more of himself – tells him his thoughts in the continual fall of flowers. Viktor gives a little laugh, not unkind. It’s warm and warmer about redder petals – soft and rounded. Not quite a rose to be known on sight, but one nonetheless.
You’re lovely. Austrian roses – it suits. Viktor’s always known that Yuuri is. Always. ] I think keeping something beautiful is the best choice, [ he says, affirms. It isn’t silly or weird, is the reassurance. He’s waited for so long to give something beautiful to Yuuri without reservation and now – he’s gotten it back twofold. ] Did you want to keep them here or did you want to take them to my room? [ He strokes aimless along the back of Yuuri’s had with the meat of his thumb, does not look to what Yuuri talks about. Instead, he looks at Yuuri – red-faced and steady, something he’d have never gotten months before. ] I might have more space storage than you do, but I’m happy to give it to you.