magic Power by Triumph for Victuuri?
One. Two. One, two, three.Ā
The music from the radio begins to play as Yuuri works through his warm-up stretches, careful to practice proper toe and hand positioning. The spell doesnāt flow as well if his form is off, and Minako is always harping on about his form, saying that itās a miracle at all that he can make more than a couple little sparks with his abysmal posture.
The music starts out soft and classical, a gentle buffer against the sparks already coursing through his body. These songs arenāt exactly the most conducive to his spellcasting style, though for some people theyāre extremely potent.Ā
Yuuri, on the other hand, has someone special in mind whenever he dances, whenever he casts. And after a couple plies, the first song comes on.
Yuuri launches into the form for a light spell, feeling the energy spinning through him to the dulcet croons of Viktor Nikiforov on the radio. Ribbons of light begin to fly from his hands as he twists his body into the configurations necessary; he opens his palms wide, and they seem to fly from him towards the ceiling of Minakoās studio.Ā
Viktor continues to sing, his voice magical in their own right. Yuuri wants to close his eyes and lose himself, but ceding control to the compulsion spell weaved into the notes of Viktorās song is not going to help his own. Doggedly shaking his head, Yuuri twirls out of the light spell and into a conjuration one.Ā
Moments later, blue rose petals begin to fall from Yuuriās hands as he continues to dance. His footwork grows more complicated as he begins to construct the rose, carefully carving it with each strategic placement of his feet and hands. Viktorās song rolls on, quickening in pace as a counterpoint to Yuuriās own steps. For a brief moment, he wonders what could happen if Viktor had written a spell for him and him alone. Maybe a success spell? A fortune one?
But Viktor is far away, unreachable as a star, and the rose curls into ashes as Yuuriās thoughts stray. With a sigh, he crumbles up the flower and starts again. He has to concentrate on his own magic instead of Viktorās. Maybe then ā
No, he canāt. Just another mage, a dime-a-dozen magic user lost in the crowd, clamouring for Viktor to write them a song to cast with. This time, the rose wilts before it even begins, and Yuuri grits his teeth and leaps into yet another configuration.
One, two. One-two-three-four. Yuuri feels his heart hammering in his chest, feels the sweat beading at his forehead. But thereās another rose beginning to form in his hands now, bright and blue, and Yuuri wishes he could make enough to string into Viktorās hair as a testament to his devotion.Ā
But he settles for the lone rose instead, as the song begins to wind down. His limbs feel sore now, but also somehow a little lighter. Must have been the lighten spell woven into the music at the end.
Yuuri pauses, and switches over to another song.
It takes him months to learn Viktorās seminal single,Ā āStay Close to Meā.
But he finally does so, weaving the longing into his own movements, making the narrative of love and loss his own. Thereās a love spell in this one, unusual for Viktor, but Yuuri works it into his own steps like a response, like a voice calling back to Viktor out of the ether.
A cry for reconciliation, perhaps?
Itās only after the performance in front of Yuuko that he realises the triplets had recorded it, had recorded the lights flying from his fingers and the breathless wonder in Yuuriās eyes as he lets the music wash over him.Ā
Itās only a couple days after that that Yuuri starts suspecting that Viktor Nikiforov must have woven a tracking spell into the lyrics, because how else would he have known to show up in a sleepy backwater town in Japan, offering to compose for Yuuriās next routine?
(He doesnāt remember a winter night not so long ago when the snowflakes had clung to his fingers and Viktorās cheeks, a night when the champagne had burned down his throat and made his mind feel like flying.Ā
But Viktor does, and oh, heās enamoured already.)
