Sobbing – wabi sabi

_{Kneeling, Yuuri placed a basin of water on the floor, the clinking of ceramic on wood clear in the silence, and lit some incense, which mingled with the fresh flowers around them. As he moved, he had a blank expression to the point of control. When he dipped two fingers into the water and touched Viktor’s lips, there was nothing to read from his face, even though the touch signaled the reality of Viktor’s death. Viktor’s lips quivered against the warm fingers; his eyes prickled but he willed himself not to cry.
“I will now commence with the rite,” said Yuuri, putting his palms together. He closed his eyes before placing his hands on the sides of Viktor’s face and pressing softly, and then the cheeks.}

—from “At time’s end”

tsoadaily:

i will never leave him.

tosquinha:

please…. i need more vicchan content

princesspinkpandacutie:

What’s this? Looks like Makkachin’s trying to say something.

gabzjones:

The first time Victor successfully landed a quad flip, he was twenty years old. Up until that point, Yakov had been adamant that he wasn’t ready. But Victor had heard a cute little Japanese boy who was starting his first year at the senior level passionately declaring that if anyone was going to land a quad flip that season, it would be Victor Nikiforov.

Victor had never wanted so badly to prove a fan right.