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Dancing Daffodils: chapter 21 death and the flower

「 f a d e 」

I really can’t go long without making something for Dancing Daffodils, can I?

“Have you ever been in love before?”

It brings Victor some measure of satisfaction to hear Yuuri sputter and stammer beside him, flailing for a response. “I don’t—why would you ask that?”

“I haven’t,” Victor continues. “Not once, but I’d like to be, some day.”

Yuuri says nothing and they keep walking, the sound of their footsteps and the wind brushing through the tall grass of the meadow around them filling the silence. Victor wishes he had the courage to turn and face Yuuri, to do something about this knot tangled in his heart, but the coward in him refuses.

“You will,” Yuuri says when they’ve neared the edge of the meadow, the sun already beginning its descent downwards above them.

Victor reaches back to touch his ponytail, the ribbon Yuuri gave him earlier like lead in his hair. “But not with you.”

The silence tenses, and when Yuuri releases it with a sigh it sounds so, so weary, like a gust of wind dwelling in a cavern, hollow and empty.

“No,” he says softly as they tread onto the dirt road, leaving the meadow behind them and stepping foot into the poorer parts of Pheme again. “Not with me.”

"Victor will likely never know this, but somehow, somehow he reached across thousands of voices and found not Love, but Yuuri. Reckless, irresponsible, desperate, selfish Yuuri who would condemn a man despite knowing better.

But he's in love, and love never knows better." (x)