skate 01 | text; user: katsuki

[yokunaru]

I hope no one minds answering this: What languages did you speak or write back in your world/galaxy/universe/etc? If you have the time, could you also write out the alphabet of the languages you know and attach a picture of them in your reply?

I recently found out that a language I know matches up with someone else's, and we aren't even from the same galaxy. It could be interesting to see if any others are the same. I don't know if this information will be useful later on, but I'm going to keep a record of it all just in case.

I'll send a copy of the file to anyone who wants it later. Thanks.

Comments

[yokunaru]

Yes. [To both of those questions! He doesn't mind Viktor knowing that he's been a fan for a while--the poster collection is a whole different story, though.] I'd been competing for about a year at the time.

[Now it's Yuuri's turn to look amused.]

Chris was pretty different back then. I think I have a picture saved somewhere from when we were both competing as Juniors... ah, it's probably in my laptop back home, though.

[genice]

( He finds himself pressing his hand over his breastbone, the admission surprisingly sweet. His fond smile and shake of his head, and the flower crown by extension, amuses more than anything else. )

He was so pure back that... fresh as a summer breeze through the Alps.

( Viktor, who the hell talks like that? (He does.) )

Such a sweet young boy, and now, such a sexy man.

( The fact he says this completely straight faced and without anything salacious whatsoever is probably a great indication of how Viktor fit Chris into his life as his best lil skater buddy over the last oh, near ten years. Chris was always there, always following in after Viktor. Always game to be swimming at dark in the winter in water cold enough to give everyone a case of the significant shivers. )

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri snort-laughs before he can stop himself, and then he claps a hand over his mouth, looking sheepish.]

A fresh summer breeze? [Though he's managed to bite back his laughter now, his eyes still dance with mirth.] Have you actually told him that description before?

[genice]

( Victor holds up a finger, smiling. )

Absolutely!

( What kind of restraint do you think Viktor has, Yuuri... )

[yokunaru]

[Clearly he should have known better...] Of course you did.

[And of course Chris would have simply laughed it off, Yuuri thinks, his smile dimming when he remembers that's one more person he'll probably never see again.

He would've thought he'd be better about this now, but sometimes these moments just hit him out of nowhere.]

[genice]

( Viktor seems to understand; or he feels a similar pang, which is true. Chris has been a friend and fellow competitor for the last nine years at least; ten, really, considering when he entered the seniors division. He's always been there, a step behind Viktor, but it was an interesting sort of comfort to know the skill that couldn't be denied standing there with the silver so often.

Which might have sounded egotistical, except that Viktor knew he earned his place, just as Chris earned his place, competing that hard and showing that skill against their fellow skaters. It'd never been a sure thing, not really.

He settles down next to Yuuri, leaning his shoulder against him. If that doesn't seem poorly received, he'll slide his arm around Yuuri's midback, tugging him closer. )

It's tough. Remembering.

[yokunaru]

[Their flower crowns rustle as Yuuri shifts to better lean against Viktor, but he doesn't reach up to move them out of the way.]

Yeah... do you think it's going to get any easier?

[Missing them, he means. Before Viktor can answer though, he suddenly pulls away, sitting straight up.]

We have our phones with us! [Yuuri makes an aborted move toward his pocket, remembering belatedly that he'd left his phone back in his own room.] Maybe we can have the pictures of everyone we have saved on there printed out.

[genice]

( Whatever he might have said is forestalled as Yuuri sits up straight, Viktor watching him intently, not sure of what's going through his head until the moment he understands. His eyes light up; he reaches out and end sup coming off the bed in order to take Yuuri by the shoulders with a broad smile. )

Yuuri, that's brilliant! Like a scrapbook, or a photo album! I know they have things here that will work like that for us.

[yokunaru]

Really? [A hesitant smile tugs at his lips. The idea had come to him randomly, striking him from nowhere. Knowing that Viktor's on board with it warms him.]

Should we each have one or should we... share it?

[genice]

Hmm, I wonder...

( he doesn't wonder at all, but he allows himself that time and the glint of inspiration in his eyes before he leans forward again, bringing his forehead to rest against Yuuri's. )

I think it'd be something lovely for us to share.

( a memory book of both their important friends and family and lives, intertwined. )

[yokunaru]

Okay. [Voice soft, he agrees, smile turning sweeter and more assured.] Then we’ll share one. We can go through the pictures on our phones today and pick out the ones we want printed.

[Though Yuuri’s never really been one for Instagram or snapping pictures of everything like certain people, he’s always saved the pictures of friends if he particularly liked them. It’s a habit that he’s infinitely grateful for now.]

[genice]

( Viktor nods once again, finding himself once again so glad that he has Yuuri with him here, for all the selfishness that implies. )

Sounds good. Pick them out today, and we can get them all printed later this week.

( a plan to put in action, and one more small way of binding into memory all the people and places they love and will never see again. refugees in another universe. who would have ever predicted that?

not Viktor. not Yuuri. yet the two of them are managing to get by, and he can only think to himself, thank you. )