Ivory Ashes
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Yuri Plisetsky had never seen color - of course he hadn't. Like most people, he saw the world in shades of white and black and grey and would continue to see the world that way, until he met his 'soulmate'. Which he didn't care to. While the whole world was enamored with the idea of finding the one person made for you, Yuri could care less. It wasn't like being someone's soulmate made a difference. Relationships still ended in heartbreak, betrayals still ripped families apart. All soulmates guaranteed was a literal pain in the ass.
Yet still, despite his cynical attitude, his grandfather's words still stuck with him. 'The colors you'll see will be so beautiful Yurochka, but the love you will feel will be even more beautiful'.
Standing there on the ice, overlooking the crowd, he didn't think the colors were beautiful. He thought they were too damn bright.
This was not the time. This was not the time. At the age of eighteen Yuri was finally making his debut as a senior at the Grand Prix. He had a beautiful program planned for him, one that he had spent so many hours perfecting till he knew it like the back of his hand. This was where he was supposed to win, to take home that gold metal and start him on the way to becoming the greatest skater alive. This was not the time. He couldn't be dealing with this right now! Everything was too distracting, the colors were too distracting.
But he'd be damned if he let that stop him.
He blinked furiously, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to focus, just in time to nearly miss his cue. He started skating, and though he was sloppy on one of his jumps and a little more robotic than usual, he did well. Not that it made him feel any better. Once he was finished, he angrily skated off of the ice, pushing past Yakov.
"What the hell was that?!" His coach snarled as Yuri pulled his jacket on over his costume. Yuri just ignored him, curling his lip a little.
Yet still, despite his cynical attitude, his grandfather's words still stuck with him. 'The colors you'll see will be so beautiful Yurochka, but the love you will feel will be even more beautiful'.
Standing there on the ice, overlooking the crowd, he didn't think the colors were beautiful. He thought they were too damn bright.
This was not the time. This was not the time. At the age of eighteen Yuri was finally making his debut as a senior at the Grand Prix. He had a beautiful program planned for him, one that he had spent so many hours perfecting till he knew it like the back of his hand. This was where he was supposed to win, to take home that gold metal and start him on the way to becoming the greatest skater alive. This was not the time. He couldn't be dealing with this right now! Everything was too distracting, the colors were too distracting.
But he'd be damned if he let that stop him.
He blinked furiously, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to focus, just in time to nearly miss his cue. He started skating, and though he was sloppy on one of his jumps and a little more robotic than usual, he did well. Not that it made him feel any better. Once he was finished, he angrily skated off of the ice, pushing past Yakov.
"What the hell was that?!" His coach snarled as Yuri pulled his jacket on over his costume. Yuri just ignored him, curling his lip a little.