Yuuri hummed. It didn’t sound like anger, or disgust, or whatever terrible thing Viktor had feared would come after his earlier admission. No, it was just a soft, mellow acceptance, punctuated with the briefest flash of a smile before Yuuri leaned in closer, and pressed their foreheads together.
“Do you want me to?” he whispered.
Viktor swallowed. It was so treacherously easy to lose himself in Yuuri’s eyes, like drowning in twin pools of wine.
Another one (out of the 4) scenes I drew from chapter 6 of But Monsters Are Always Hungry, Darling by @orchids-and-fictional-cities.
wabi sabi 