From the dining room where he was anxiously waiting, Yuri heard the bathroom door click open. It sent his heart into a flutter, and he got up. He was halfway down the hallway when he realized that Victor would probably want to eat in private. But he was sure that his approaching footsteps had already been heard, so it would seem odd for him to turn back now.
Gulping, he entered the room where Viktor was. His throat went dry immediately and his eyes widened. To his horror, he felt his cheeks grow hot and knew he was blushing. How could he not, though?
Viktor was sitting daintily on a red velvet sofa with a gilded golden back. His damp hair was loose and spilling everywhere around him, the strands glittering like they held the stars in them. The blue dress clung to his willowy form as if it had been made for him. He resembled an exquisite blue flower, petals elegant.
However… the short sleeves and tighter waist accentuated just how thin he was. He looked… fragile. His aquamarine wings were folded neatly behind him, catching the light brilliantly. Yuuri realized that he had been staring, and softly cleared his throat to gently let Viktor know he was there. It came out more like a squeak. Fidgeting, he pushed up his spectacles.
Viktor glanced up and beamed. He seemed really happy, and Yuuri's heart swelled. Then, as if he was self-correcting his behavior, Viktor lowered his eyes and forced that false, placid smile on. There was an awkward moment of silence, then Yuuri worked up the courage to speak.
"Is the food alright?" Yuuri wanted to punch himself. It was clear that none of the food had been consumed yet. The yolks hadn't been popped, and the whites weren't cut into. Viktor looked down to the plate he was holding in his lap, which bore two fried goose eggs that had been sprinkled with salt and pepper. Yuuri had wanted to make an omelette, but he didn't have the correct ingredients.
"Oh, I haven't tried it yet. I've never seen eggs so big before," Viktor marvelled.
"Oh. They're goose eggs."
"Wow!" Viktor stared at them in amazement. He lifted the fork and held it up to the light, admiring it. With his left hand, he then struggled to cut off a piece of the egg and bring it to his lips. Yuuri reprimanded himself for not slicing it into smaller morsels beforehand to make it easier for Viktor. Just as he thought that, though, Viktor grinned.
"Delicious!" He sounded like he was being genuine, and Yuuri felt relief wash over him. Viktor scarfed down the first egg messily, with manners that one wouldn't expect from a creature so fair. Yuuri found it awfully endearing. Quickly, however, Viktor's eating slowed. The strained smile returned, and each bite seemed like it was forced. 'Oh no, does he not like it anymore? Does it taste bad? Did I do something wrong?' Mechanically, Viktor shoved another forkful into his mouth.
"Stop!" Yuuri cried. Viktor looked up, alarmed. "You don't have to eat it if you don't want to." Viktor's shoulders sagged slightly, and he lowered his utensil. He looked rather ill. "Are you okay?" Yuuri asked gently.
"I'm fine." Viktor gave a wide grin to accentuate his point, but his eyes suggested otherwise.
"Please be honest with me. I'm not going to hurt or punish you." Viktor's eyes glazed over, unfocused. He turned his gaze downwards.
"It tasted good, but I started to feel sick," he admitted softly. Yuuri sat down next to him, careful not to startle him or sit on a stray lock of hair. He chewed his cheek, unsure of what to do next. As tenderly as he could, he took the plate from Viktor's slender hands.
"Please don't ever feel like you have to do something that's hurting you, alright? Maybe you should lie down and rest." Yuuri made sure that Viktor was lying down and comfortable, then left the room with the plate to fetch some herbs that would help with stomach aches.
As he rounded the corner to the kitchen, a guess formed in his mind as to what could be the matter with Viktor. Perhaps the poor fairy was malnourished, and eating the rich food so quickly had been too much for his stomach to handle? If that was the case, that was truly heartbreaking. How could someone not feed such a sweet fairy such as Viktor properly?
Yuuri scraped the rest of the food into the bin, then set the dish and fork in the sink. He was about to begin washing it when he heard the doorbell ring. Palms sweaty and pulse racing anxiously, he made his way to the door. Trembling, he opened it and prayed that this visit would go at least somewhat well.
A grumpy-looking, short old man in a dark coat was standing there. His lips were downturned, and a broad black hat rested atop his balding head. Behind him was a fairy with gorgeous white wings. They had black along the veins, and were see-through like a rice paper butterfly's. His arms were folded, and there was a sour expression on his pretty features. With a frown, he entered behind the doctor.
"I'm Doctor Yakov Feltsman. This is Yuri." The man gestured to the fairy, who tried to blow the blonde hair out of his eyes.
"P-Pleasure to meet you." Yuuri extended his hand, and was ignored.
"So, where's the fairy?"
"Ah- ah," Yuuri stammered nervously. Yakov was certainly intimidating. The other Yuri scoffed. Yuuri swallowed. "Come this way, please." Yuuri bowed respectfully. Neither returned it, only followed him to where Viktor was.
Hope this is alright! ;~;