A/N: Very short but I wanted to give Yuri's mindset a try, and like to believe it's an occasional recurrence for the couple years following the credits.
Daisy: Loyal Love, I Will Never Tell
Yuri started awake, the remnants of a bad dream lingering in his thoughts. Shaking and tense, he soothed himself with every breath as his eyes traveled around the room. It was pitch dark save for slivers of moonlight seeping through the curtains, the midnight silence only broken by Flynn's quiet, steady breathing. Yuri realized sleep wouldn't welcome him back no matter how long he tossed and turned – the air was too hot, too thick.
Sore muscles didn't quite agree with him as he stood up and walked to open the window. He breathed in as a fresh breeze slid through his hair, a pleasant caress on his skin, and smiled up at the moon. Spending the night in the castle surrounded by luxury didn't sit well with him and would certainly take time to get used to, but as of late he'd been plagued with dreams and thoughts he should have left behind rather than discomfort.
There were days and nights when Yuri saw no point in pushing back the memories of the lives he took, of the blood on his hands and the stains on his conscience. Moments of concern and distress, of wonder whether or not he made the right choices, of guilt and anger and hopelessness. As a child he never would have thought about conceivably growing up into the very idea of corruption he fought against. Sodia's words echoed in his mind and stung with the undeniable truth that he might indeed become a burden to Flynn's rise as a leader, a blemish, and someday, perhaps, an enemy. The prospect of it hurt his chest and made it hard to breathe, even if he believed himself prepared for the outcome.
A stir in the bed pulled Yuri out of his musings. With a slight turn of his head he watched Flynn shift under the covers, seemingly unsettled by the absence of warmth beside him where it ought to be. A sigh made its way past Yuri's lips as he shuffled back to the bed, resigned to give sleep another try. Restless, he distracted himself with watching Flynn, the curve of his nose, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyes twitched in his sleep. A sight he'd been given countless times, one of a face more familiar than his own, slumbering so peacefully despite worries of adulthood piling up with the years. A face he had grown so very fond of.
"Why do you feel so inevitable to me?" he murmured. There were times Yuri wished he could share those doubts and fears with Flynn, the closest person to a confidant he knew, and yet he was aware of the risks at stake, of the answers he would be given. Thoughts he'd kept locked inside would force their way out and he would commit the irreparable, shatter a bond both of them treasured. That much he realized.
With a heavy heart, he shut his eyes in an attempt to chase away any more of that poisonous reasoning. Flynn often told him that there was no one else he'd rather be with, that they were equals of body and mind, and Yuri believed him, but on certain nights it proved a nearly impossible task. Though he'd likely never tell him any of this, he'd resolved himself to stay by Flynn's side as a pillar of support come what may, for as long as he needed him to be and beyond.
