[A world record for the short program. Another record made when he won gold on his senior debut. Knocking JJ right back down to Bronze like he damn well deserved to be, though it was irritating for different reasons now since he'd become friends with Otabek.
Yakov and Lilia were delighted. They both hugged him as the score came in, edging out Yuuri Katsuki for victory. There was that momentary elation but the time it took for them to place the gold around his neck, Yuri was back into that state of mind when the music had ended and he couldn't catch his breath.
He fell.
He chose red for his slim suit, as a reminder of his free skate outfit. Banquets weren't entirely his choice to begin with but tonight he felt even more on edge.
Jumps were his specialty, he'd mastered jumps early. The moment played over and over in his head. Yakov put a hand on his shoulder when he noticed Yuri clearly well distracted. He said something in Russian, something about appreciating where he was, reveling in his victory.
Yuri at least politely excused himself. Which, considering who he was, was out of character. His head was whirling. .12. That as too close. Point Twelve.
Because he fell.
He stops beside a table, blonde hair falling free into his face. He taps his finger tips against the table before bending a knee, mentally going over the jump again in his head, letting himself feel how he should have landed.
His weight shifts onto the leg, hands starting to extend out a bit in a pantomine but his hand bumped into someone's arm and he retracts like a cat being sprayed by water. ]
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Yakov and Lilia were delighted. They both hugged him as the score came in, edging out Yuuri Katsuki for victory. There was that momentary elation but the time it took for them to place the gold around his neck, Yuri was back into that state of mind when the music had ended and he couldn't catch his breath.
He fell.
He chose red for his slim suit, as a reminder of his free skate outfit. Banquets weren't entirely his choice to begin with but tonight he felt even more on edge.
Jumps were his specialty, he'd mastered jumps early. The moment played over and over in his head. Yakov put a hand on his shoulder when he noticed Yuri clearly well distracted. He said something in Russian, something about appreciating where he was, reveling in his victory.
Yuri at least politely excused himself. Which, considering who he was, was out of character. His head was whirling. .12. That as too close. Point Twelve.
Because he fell.
He stops beside a table, blonde hair falling free into his face. He taps his finger tips against the table before bending a knee, mentally going over the jump again in his head, letting himself feel how he should have landed.
His weight shifts onto the leg, hands starting to extend out a bit in a pantomine but his hand bumped into someone's arm and he retracts like a cat being sprayed by water. ]
Katsuki!
[Quickly, Yurio, deflect! ]
Not getting blasted drunk like you did last year?