[ The longer song was definitely taking its toll on Viktor's body, and he'd been taking it somewhat easy, knowing its length; a quad at the beginning but then triples and doubles throughout the middle, his spins tight but slower than what he might do for an official exhibition. He still gives it his all though, pouring emotion into it like nothing he's done the past couple weeks, like he's a completely different person on the ice right now.
And it shows in the change here, now, as well. The despair gives way to hope, the exhaustion still there but like it's nothing compared to the elation suddenly surging through his limbs—he's found what he's been missing. He extends a hand out as he soars across the ice, beckoning what he's found to come closer to him, and his hand is aimed at Yuri. He pulls the hand in to his chest, embracing it it near his heart, all the while his eyes on Yuri, pleading with him to hear his message. He only breaks his gaze away to bow his head to convey gratitude; You're my family, always dear. Thank you for being there to pick me up when I couldn't.
As the final chorus after the bridge plays across the rink, Viktor ups the intensity again, impossibly adding a quad towards the end before a beautiful spread eagle into a scratch spin. He turned faster and faster, the free leg joining his foot on the ice and arms extending up into an elongated reach to the ceiling. He steps out of the spin beautifully too, those raised arms falling gently behind his shoulders as he coasted on the ice head back and eyes closed, the piano and singer ringing out their last notes.
Viktor's momentum slowly comes to a stop while he glides towards Yuri, arms having floated down to his sides and face still tilted up to sky in the pause between the music ending and the audience beginning to clap and cheer, his harsh breathing covered by the applause. His head dips back down, face drenched in sweat and flushed with exhaustion and exertion, but his eyes are bright as he looks at Yuri, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips as he pants open-mouthed. ]
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And it shows in the change here, now, as well. The despair gives way to hope, the exhaustion still there but like it's nothing compared to the elation suddenly surging through his limbs—he's found what he's been missing. He extends a hand out as he soars across the ice, beckoning what he's found to come closer to him, and his hand is aimed at Yuri. He pulls the hand in to his chest, embracing it it near his heart, all the while his eyes on Yuri, pleading with him to hear his message. He only breaks his gaze away to bow his head to convey gratitude; You're my family, always dear. Thank you for being there to pick me up when I couldn't.
As the final chorus after the bridge plays across the rink, Viktor ups the intensity again, impossibly adding a quad towards the end before a beautiful spread eagle into a scratch spin. He turned faster and faster, the free leg joining his foot on the ice and arms extending up into an elongated reach to the ceiling. He steps out of the spin beautifully too, those raised arms falling gently behind his shoulders as he coasted on the ice head back and eyes closed, the piano and singer ringing out their last notes.
Viktor's momentum slowly comes to a stop while he glides towards Yuri, arms having floated down to his sides and face still tilted up to sky in the pause between the music ending and the audience beginning to clap and cheer, his harsh breathing covered by the applause. His head dips back down, face drenched in sweat and flushed with exhaustion and exertion, but his eyes are bright as he looks at Yuri, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips as he pants open-mouthed. ]