here’s my piece for acts of devotion in the languages of love in the @heartbeatszine! you can still get the full zine (it’s free, but donations to charity: water are still welcome!!) so pls make sure you check it out and the nsfw one as well
Yuuri wakes up in the darkness of early morning to Victor’s soft breathing next to him and turns over to watch his fiancé’s sleeping face for just a moment – in the blissful silence; when Victor can’t talk, can’t smile, can’t tell him all of the embarrassingly sweet things he always does. They go through their morning routines with only the dim kitchen light on, take a run in a greying hush of dawn, and when they leave for the rink it’s still gloomy outside.
The hours they spend on the ice are the brightest of the day: the overhead reflectors that make the frozen surface almost blinding are harsh in comparison to the warm, yellow glow of the street lamps that are turned on almost always, it seems. After a while Yuuri gets used to that, too. For a bit, every day, Yuuri craves the feeling of sunlight on his skin, but once they leave the sports complex he’s reminded yet again that it’s all just a hopeless dream. The sun has risen and set while they were cooped up inside and the dark sky greets them yet again when Yuuri looks up.
“Tired?” Victor asks, smiling a little as if it’s his fault.
It is. Yuuri sourly thinks back to the last ten flying sit spins he had to suffer through just because Victor was in one of his hard-to-please coach moods. He shakes his head though, and takes the hand Victor offers without hesitation.
“Just a little drained,” he replies, stepping close until their shoulders bump together. “It’s so dark again.”
Victor hums softly. “I miss the summer we’ve spent in Hasetsu.”
He turns to Yuuri then and gives him one of those heart-shaped smiles that make Yuuri all warm and weak – he feels that now, too.
“Your eyes look so beautiful in the sunlight,” Victor adds.
He’s shameless and coquettish, and Yuuri knows he must be blushing by how hard his face burns, even as the cold wind blows over his cheeks. He ducks his head back into his scarf like a turtle. Victor chuckles softly at his embarrassment and leans over to press a kiss against the side of Yuuri’s head.
