Yuri's not sure if he yells that, or just thinks it, but it's that grind at the end that undoes him either way. There's a roaring crashing in his head. Louder then any crowd could possibly be. Whiting out his vision.
He stiffens, heat spilling out into his hand, over Beka's stomach. Frozen and burning all at once.
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Date: 2017-05-17 10:10 pm (UTC)Yuri's not sure if he yells that, or just thinks it, but it's that grind at the end that undoes him either way. There's a roaring crashing in his head. Louder then any crowd could possibly be. Whiting out his vision.
He stiffens, heat spilling out into his hand, over Beka's stomach. Frozen and burning all at once.