IC Continuations

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Mmm, not really, but I can probably go back to bed at least.

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... Come on. I'll bring the wastebasket with us.

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[ With one last squeeze to Yuuri's hand, Viktor's fingers slide from his, moving to stand. ]

I want to brush my teeth first. I'll join you in a minute?

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All right. I'll be there with Makkachin when you're done.

[ He stands, too. Then quietly goes to pad out of the room. ]

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Thank you.

[ Best fiancé. He only takes a few minutes, brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face before walking back to Yuuri's room. It's still probably looks weird: Viktor walking into his room wearing nothing but his designer briefs. Well. More like hot, but.

But Viktor actually looks as far from in the mood as he's ever been as he slides back into bed. ]

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[ Not so hot when Viktor looks like death warmed over. ]

... Hey. Welcome back?

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[ He makes a sound somewhere between a whine and a groan, curling into a loose ball with his back pressed against Yuuri's side. ]

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[ He curls in close then. Leaning his chin against Viktor's shoulder. ]

You're really feeling terrible ...

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[ He settles his own arm atop Yuuri's when he curls in, pressing back against him. ]

I was okay with the hangover part of it, but the nightmare ... nightmare made it worse.

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... Were you thinking about that mugger again?

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... Not at first.

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What did you dream about, then?

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Ah ... Things that used to plague me before. It's not important anymore.

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Tell me about it anyway?

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[ He's quiet for several moments, but then he turns, facing Yuuri instead. His expression is a bit closed off, so different from how he normally is with Yuuri. ]

It had to do with ... expectations. That others had of me. That I had for myself.

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About starting over every year?

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[ Slow nod. ]

And what it took for me to do that. What it took away from me.

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You never got to keep an identity, huh.

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Other than Viktor Nikiforov, the living legend, Russia's star and hero? That persona was really the only solid thing from season to season.

[ His voice is still a bit weak, still unsettled from the dream and hangover, eyes drooping from tiredness and headach. Would he be talking about this is he was feeling okay? ]

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[ Yuuri assumes no, anyway. ]

... That's a lot to live up to.

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More surprises to make, more of myself to give away ...

[ He curls into Yuuri, pressing his face against his collarbone. His voice is growing softer as well as muffled. ]

The shackle around my neck dragging me under the bright and dazzling waters. That was my nightmare.

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[ He leans in, then, keeping his touch gentle. ]

You don't have to do that any more.

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[ He lets out a soft sigh against Yuuri's skin, and his whole body relaxes with it, leaning more heavily against Yuuri. ]

You'll keep me from being dragged down?

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You know I will. I'll be ... well, not an anchor, I guess. The opposite.

[fourlevels]

A buoy?