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When world-famous french skater Blanche Pierre Bourbeau loses inspiration in his long-standing career of figure skating, he sets off to Russia to sought out ideas for his new project. He meets Russian music-devoter, violinist and writer, Ilya Sokolov while doing so.
a loosely based yuri!! on ice AU for my ocs that no one asked for.
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"Blanche Pierre Bourbeau is finally debuting as a senior! He has won two consecutive world championships and is shortly planning his third one. He starts off the program with a strong quadruple axel!"
The music starts* , taking the first notes of trumpets and drums as a cue. The camera pans to a figure wearing a traditionally black flamenco blouse with red transparent tiered sleeves and vest, dark tight-fitting pants, and red side skirt with gold patterns in the middle of a large ice rink launching off from the surface and performing a long jump, executing a series of spins in the air and lands back on the ice with an alluring pose. His aura exhibits the embodiment of mischievousness and elegance.
"And he lands the Quadruple Axel with no effort, as expected from France's Beau!"
The music slows down to guitar strumming and drumming, "I think it's time we blow this scene."
Blanche slides away from the middle and spins backwards on one blade, later on landing on the same one. Another cheer from the crowd erupts and the figure looks up from behind the strands of brown hair that fell in front of his face, not even looking exhausted by a bit and flashes a charming smile. An incoherent shriek could be heard from the stands as he blows a flirtatious kiss to a random direction.
"Get everybody and the stuff together."
"A Quadruple Toe-loop!"
"Ok! Three, two, one," On the counting, Blanche turns away with a one-foot turn and begins to step-sequence. He does a similar move to the one-foot turn but changes the action by rotating outwards the turn and propels himself to the right. His eyes closed, his chest rising as he took a deep inhale. The music and the howls blurred into nothing but static, he could hear his heart beat with anticipation and excitement. Blanche opened his eyes just before the music picked up and the announcer spoke.
