For the first day of Caesar's Palace's Shipping Week. Prompt: soulmate.
WC: 227
Victor didn't believe in soulmates. Love was about push and pull, give and take, not fitting together perfectly and calling it a day. In his experience, at least.
"What do you want me to be to you?" he'd asked. I'll change for you, he seemed to say. We can make it work. "A father figure? A brother, then? A friend?" If you want me to be strong, I'll be strong. If you want me to hold you, I'll hold you. Just stay by me, too, when I ask.
Yuuri didn't believe in soulmates. Love was just about being, not trying to fit together perfectly before the day ended. In his experience, at least. The stars didn't change the moon, and the moon didn't try to outshine the stars. They simply were.
Victor was determined to prove him wrong, it seemed. "What do you want me to be to you?" he'd asked, as if anything unauthentically him would be enough for Yuuri. As if anything authentically him wouldn't be enough for Yuuri. "I'd be anything you asked me to be," he seemed to say with those puppy eyes and that compliant touch, "even if it made you wrong and me right."
"I want you to stay who you are, Victor," he responded.
And in response, the waves lapped the shore quietly, moon pushing and pulling the unchanging sea.