“Remember rent!” Yuri throws over his shoulder.
Stepping out, the heat hits him hard, but he doesn’t let it stop him. He breaks into a jog, his frustration fueling each stride. As he speeds up, the streets of Hasetsu blur past him. He greets the locals with quick nods and waves as they enjoy a leisurely walk by the bay.
The town seems more alive than when he first visited, probably all thanks to Viktor’s charm and the fresh faces on the skating team. The onslaught of Perfect Match ads and the sight of couples making out on benches gets under his skin.
The ache in his muscles is real, grounding, a perfect escape from the turmoil in his head.
Then, pausing at an intersection to let cars pass, he catches a glimpse of himself in a puddle, a remnant of last night’s storm. Staring back is someone he reluctantly acknowledges. Reflecting on himself isn’t something he enjoys. Having just turned 21 in March, right after an Olympic disappointment, he feels more imperfect than ever. The days of being the golden boy, unbeatable and angel-faced, seem like a distant memory.
The traffic lights turn green, but all he sees is red. He pushes himself even harder, finding a twisted satisfaction in the burn spreading through his muscles.
Burning everything down is something he’d always enjoyed. Erasing his soulmark? That was his way of flipping off fate. Maybe he thought that by getting rid of it, he could somehow fill the emptiness that’s always gnawing at him. But can you really find peace when every fiber of your being is screaming for you to find the one person who can make you feel complete?
The story of soulmates is as old as time. Grandpa used to tell it to him, fingers working through Yuri’s hair, rough from years of hard work, as he sat in his lap. Souls were once a single entity, perfectly whole. But a god, green with envy, tore them apart, dooming them to an eternity of searching for their other half. The legend holds that no matter the barriers, no matter the number of lifetimes, those meant to find each other will, drawn together by the invisible thread of their mark.
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the wiki admins crying their whole body water out I think they'll have to create a new category of relationships for 4halo
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As he watches, Yuri’s mind drifts to the streets of Hasetsu at the close of summer, when the shadows lengthen and the air cools just a touch, presaging the fall. He remembers the moths flitting around the streetlights, drawn irresistibly to the glow, their fragile wings beating against the inevitable. Many don’t survive, their tiny bodies plummeting to the ground below.
Yuri feels a kinship with those moths—a visceral understanding of their fatal flaw. Like them, he is drawn to a light, one that could ultimately prove hazardous. Otabek is more than a flame to him; he is like the sun—essential and life-giving but also overwhelming, capable of scorching just as deeply as he sustains.
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guys there's two people that can't differentiate between real life and rp, please everyone go to twitter and block @/forevitao and @/badboyhalo /j
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