Victor weighed the options before him. One: he could listen to
Chris and ignore the feeling sparking inside him that carried the
lingering hint of Yuuri’s touch. The softest, warmest touch he’d ever
known. He’d box up everything inside, tape it up thrice, and find Yuuri a
suitable placement away from him. Two: he’d find his own way to fix
Yuuri so that the function no longer shackled his heart.
Since I haven’t regained my inspiration and urge to work, here is an oldie but a goodie.
It’s been a while since yoi came out and I haven’t stopped loving it, it’s been such a huge inspiration for me (this whole tumblr is solely dedicated to this show). But I am thinking of finding other things and projects to work on… if you have any suggestions, write to me❤️
“Kind of…but different.” Phichit shrugged, barely turning long enough to acknowledge Victor’s question.
“How so?” Victor asked as his question was answered. A burly
competitor knocked into a rail-thin girl as she spun on the axis of her
blade, grabbing her by the wrist while the beat kept its consistent
laid-back pulse. In an instant, the smaller skater kicked up sharply,
slicing into his wrist. The detached hand remained gripped on her arm.
Her eyes went ravenous as she leered at the man, unhinging the fingers
from her wrist one at a time. She gripped him by the thin layer of hair
shooting up from his forehead, bent his head back, shoved his own hand
in his mouth, and drove him to the ground.
“These can take your arm off in one swipe.” Phichit cocked a grin as he gestured.