For the title game! "Forever is Composed of Nows" (one of my favorite Emily Dickinsons) - actually damn that's a sick fic title maybe I should have hoarded that one.
funnily enough, I did actually have bits and pieces of a thing for Viktor's 30th in BTDS-verse that might fit that poem!
Viktor Nikiforov wakes alone on his birthday.
It’s not an unusual thing this time, not with the pearl lying like a talisman on his nightstand table. A promise, given by a harbour seal shortly before going out to sea for three weeks. I will be back, my love, Yuuri had written in a note that Viktor only discovered the day after he left. I hope you can remain strong in my absence.
It’s a testament to the work they’ve both done during these past two years that Viktor can readily think yes, I can remain strong, as he places the note on their fridge to smile at every night as he waits.
Because their busy schedules had demanded almost back-to-back book tours with very little time to breathe in between, Yuuri had not been able to change for almost a month. The sea demanded an equivalent exchange of time to those who could not answer its call, which meant these past three weeks were the longest they’d been apart since their first separation.
Viktor has spent those weeks fervently checking the Harbour Watch to make sure no orcas or sharks have been predating on the local seal population, has planned and replanned Yuuri’s welcome back dinner, has fiddled with the ring around his neck so often that Phichit had changed his nickname in the group chat to ‘Frodo’.
Viktor doesn’t care, though. This time, he knows Yuuri will return. The pearl by his bedside is faith enough.
Still, it doesn’t make the waiting any easier.
(drop a title in my ask and get a bit of the fic i'd write for that title!)
