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thenearshore2017-07-30 06:29 pm
leapingchuu) wrote in thenearshore2017-07-30 06:29 pm
closed; aren't they pretty?
Who: Viktor and Yuuri (and a plethora of gentle, friendly, colorful butterflies)!
When: anytime after being assigned to new gods
Where: Thanatos' temple grounds, probably making their way into the temple itself!
What: Viktor had been worried about Yuuri, but hadn't wanted to bother him! Good thing Yuuri was concerned about him too.
Anyone happening upon a Russian dozing among the red poppies, covered in butterflies in all shades of red, blue, and orange, might have wanted to come see what was going on. But Viktor was laid out in this field covered in the friends he'd made for one person only!
He'd been very worried about Yuuri in the aftermath of Yuri's departure. Oh, he'd gone around to all the temples he possibly could, trying to find a new god for the person he liked so much. He needed the structure, whereas Viktor was perfectly happy to do nothing but this the rest of his days.
Yuuri, though...he needed more, and Viktor had panicked. Luckily, the Heavens had assigned them both new gods, but different ones, and they no longer shared a living space.
It was hard. more than he cared to admit; he had no real reason to care so much for Yuuri, aside from the fact that they were fellow shinki who had shared a god. But it didn't stop him from worrying. Still, he didn't want to impose, and so he'd somehow managed to keep himself from contacting him until now.
The message was simple; he'd told Yuuri where his god's temple was located, and that he was in the surrounding field with a picnic basket. Which he was, although both he and the basket had been entirely covered in butterflies. Viktor simply watched the sunlight catching on their wings until a large group of the blue ones flew toward one edge of the field, excitedly. He had to laugh; the red ones stayed with him, and he wasn't entirely covered anymore, but he raised his arm anyway and called out to him, just to make sure.
"Oh good, they like you! I thought they might. Don't worry about stepping on the poppies, they're pretty resilient! Shoo, babies."
That last was to the group of red butterflies who had decided to dance on the air above the blanket next to him.
"Let the poor man sit down! I'm sure he'll say hello to you!"
When: anytime after being assigned to new gods
Where: Thanatos' temple grounds, probably making their way into the temple itself!
What: Viktor had been worried about Yuuri, but hadn't wanted to bother him! Good thing Yuuri was concerned about him too.
Anyone happening upon a Russian dozing among the red poppies, covered in butterflies in all shades of red, blue, and orange, might have wanted to come see what was going on. But Viktor was laid out in this field covered in the friends he'd made for one person only!
He'd been very worried about Yuuri in the aftermath of Yuri's departure. Oh, he'd gone around to all the temples he possibly could, trying to find a new god for the person he liked so much. He needed the structure, whereas Viktor was perfectly happy to do nothing but this the rest of his days.
Yuuri, though...he needed more, and Viktor had panicked. Luckily, the Heavens had assigned them both new gods, but different ones, and they no longer shared a living space.
It was hard. more than he cared to admit; he had no real reason to care so much for Yuuri, aside from the fact that they were fellow shinki who had shared a god. But it didn't stop him from worrying. Still, he didn't want to impose, and so he'd somehow managed to keep himself from contacting him until now.
The message was simple; he'd told Yuuri where his god's temple was located, and that he was in the surrounding field with a picnic basket. Which he was, although both he and the basket had been entirely covered in butterflies. Viktor simply watched the sunlight catching on their wings until a large group of the blue ones flew toward one edge of the field, excitedly. He had to laugh; the red ones stayed with him, and he wasn't entirely covered anymore, but he raised his arm anyway and called out to him, just to make sure.
"Oh good, they like you! I thought they might. Don't worry about stepping on the poppies, they're pretty resilient! Shoo, babies."
That last was to the group of red butterflies who had decided to dance on the air above the blanket next to him.
"Let the poor man sit down! I'm sure he'll say hello to you!"