if i could draw i would draw fanart for this fic !! because em is tragic and likes the gay stuff she writes !!
GASOLINE
HALSEY
victor couldn't find rosé wine, so he stuck with red and sat out on the cold terrace overlooking the glowing city skyline in the distance - reminding him of standing eighty stories high - and pulled out his phone.
the girl with the dark hair and slim waist, the sister of some figure skater whose name victor couldn't be bothered to remember, threw a "call me" over her shoulder, before going down the stairs to get into the taxi that had pulled up outside victor's house for her.
she left her lipstick on his dresser, and straightened her skirt as she headed for the door.
victor didn't bother with a glass - he drank straights from the bottle, which was ice cold and half-empty already.
vnikiforov: yuri
vnikiforov: you there?
victor smiled to himself as he swallowed red wine, as he saw yuri typing a response.
💓: was talking to me at 1 in the morning not enough for you?
vnikiforov: i guess not
vnikiforov: and what happened to "katsudon," huh?
💓: i just had a change of heart
vnikiforov: ah
vnikiforov: the 1975
vnikiforov: fucking nostalgia
"what music would you listen to, when you left apartment 14 far behind, baby?"
💓: do you still listen to them
vnikiforov: you got me listening to them
vnikiforov: it's a life long love
victor laughed, faltered, and downed more wine.
💓: you should listen to them right
💓: its better when you listen to them at night
vnikiforov: and what makes you think i'm not listening to them right now
vnikiforov: i could be
vnikiforov: for all you know
💓: i don't know
💓: because i'm not there
💓: but in my head you're just sitting in that house of yours drinking wine or smoking weed
vnikiforov: god i fucking miss you
💓: is that a yes
💓: it'll be rosé
vnikiforov: it's not rosé
💓: if it's not vodka or rosé, it'll be red
💓: red wine
💓: and you've got a joint in your left hand
💓: i can see it now
vnikiforov: and how do i look
vnikiforov: you still think i'm attractive, huh
💓: god, nikiforov
💓: at least you don't love yourself
"...at least you don't love yourself..."
victor needed more red wine. even vodka.
vnikiforov: so in our mind
vnikiforov: i'm smoking a joint right now?
💓: yes
💓: left hand
vnikiforov: that's where you'd be wrong
💓: how so
vnikiforov: i threw my joint off of the balcony before you started talking to me tonight
💓: what a cliché
vnikiforov: yes
vnikiforov: what a fucking cliché
victor swallowed the last of the wine, and thought of smashing the glass against the floor.
vnikiforov: neither of us are going to mention any of what happened, are we
he sighed heavily.
💓 is typing...
💓: i don't think there's anything either of us can begin to say
"i can't begin to tell you about him..."
vnikiforov: we could try
💓 is typing...
vnikiforov: talk to me, yuri
💓: i am talking to you
💓: even though i got no fucking idea why
vnikiforov: you know what i mean
vnikiforov: and why did you decide to talk to me again, baby
💓: you really want to call me that?
vnikiforov: please
vnikiforov: talk to me
vnikiforov: i can't call you because i don't have your number
vnikiforov: i deleted it last night
vnikiforov: because i got pissed off
💓: why am i not surprised by that, nikiforov
vnikiforov: don't
vnikiforov: don't joke like that
vnikiforov: yuri you know i didn't mean a fucking word of what i said to you
vnikiforov: i want to see you
vnikiforov: please
vnikiforov: baby please
💓: you're going to keep calling me that, aren't you
vnikiforov: i just want to see you
vnikiforov: what
vnikiforov: you're just gonna throw this all away?
vnikiforov: push it to the side and ignore it?
vnikiforov: yuri
vnikiforov: talk to me
💓: i am talking to you
victor hated this; he wished he had more wine.
vnikiforov: jesus christ i hate this
vnikiforov: i hate
vnikiforov: i hate what i've done to us
seen.
vnikiforov: just
vnikiforov: fuck why did you bother talking to me again yuri
💓 is typing...
vnikiforov: this is killing me
vnikiforov: it's been two fucking weeks and now neither of us can say a thing about it
💓 is typing...
💓: i'll talk to you later
seen.