My Prince.. By Emeraldwingss

Another day. Another 24 hours. Another dusk, another dawn.. Whatever. It had gotten to a point in Viktor Nikiforovs life where nothing really.. Shone. Yes, that was it. His world carried on while he watched it roll past in black and white. Anoth- Huh? A video popped up on his cell. Viktor sighed and plopped onto the couch. His phone in hand. He opened up the notification and saw a video pop up. Not completely out of the ordinary, he'd seen 'videos' from fans and aspiring skaters day in and day out. Still, it was almost as if he was the princess in the castle. He waited for what seemed like centuries for a prince who would bring the color back to his world. It seemed to be a video of someone skating to one of his routines. Stay close to me. He watched for a while and recognized him. He'd seen him. Somewhere before. He glided on the ice. He.. Moved like he had something on his mind. Almost like a barrier. Blocking his.. He was quite talented. He wasn't the most professional but, he was really something. Viktor imagined He had been skating for a while now. Though he'd never had someone push him forward. His short dark hair, moving slowly while he skated.. His eyes, focused almost intently on one little thing each moment. Changing as he swayed around. Viktor smiled to himself imagining this guys friends recording him. The look of ignorance on his face told him this. He was.. Oh, he seemed to have studied this routine well. For being only.. Let's say.. Twenty...? Somewhere in that range Viktor guessed. He looked so.. Bright. He looked like, perhaps even one of Viktors fans.. The routine.. Could it be he was thinking of him? It almost seemed impossible. Viktor may have talent to an extent, he wouldn't deny that.. However, this man. He.. Was so full of life. So colorful. He had dreams. Just like him. Viktor spent the next few hours watching the clip. Getting familiar with the 'masked skater.' He didn't wear a mask but he hid behind something. Insecurities, anxiety, worries.. After a while he put down his cell phone and stretched. He let his silver locks fall in front of his face. "Yuri.." His name simply sounded amazing coming from his mouth. Viktor was satisfied with himself. Looking down he stared at his phone. For a while he just sat in silence. "...Maybe it's the princess' turn to leave the castle.."