They don't really directly hug, but sue me.
Thanks to PlutoSapphire for favoriting/following and to midnightsky0612 for reviewing! Additionally, this story isn't really as popular as I thought it would be (which sucks) so I'm kinda disappointed but listen to me beg for pity some other time.
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Yuuri lives for moments of silence.
Freeing silence and soft warmth, when they're the last ones on the beach. When sand clings to their hair and shirts as tightly as Victor clings to him. When saltwater is staining the cuffs of his sweatpants but it doesn't matter.
Victor lives for moments of warmth.
Soaking up the last of Japan's summer evenings, the sand hot where it touches his skin. Listening to Yuuri's heartbeat when he finally dozes off. His arm falling asleep just as steadily as he is himself.
They both live for moments of darkness.
Comfortable, almost-darkness, illuminated by the shimmering anti-shadow of the moon, churning and broken on the ocean. When they drift back into consciousness and Yuuri checks his watch. They walk back to the inn, leaning blearily on one another, their shoes dangling from their fingers.
They live for moments like this.
Yuuri lives for music.
Anything from pounding drums and bass as thick as molasses to soft guitar like butterfly wings. Anything from the cool, quiet ice rink to the heated bar, its chairs sticky and its people faceless and oppressive. Or even something quiet and tuneless, a low hum close to his ear.
Victor lives for the dance.
Anything from the rush of drunken, random twirls and spins to the choreographed grace of figure skating. Anything from a beautiful tale danced by a graceful skater to something he can laugh to, dazed and fuzzy, not quite sure what's going on, but just knowing that he loves it. Or even something slow and soft, in his pajamas in the dark kitchen at midnight.
They both live for art.
Carving swirls in layer after layer of ice until their feet are painted red and purple with bruises and blisters. The ridiculous buzz of alcohol spurring them into an inappropriate display in the middle of a hot, stuffy bar. Or even a slow, warm, embrace to Victor's tuneless humming.
I couldn't decide which of these to post for this prompt, so I posted both of them. Too much prose in my opinion, but idrc
