Captured

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He grabbed my hand, and I held it there, in the moonlight of september, beneath the peach tree. 

I grabbed his hand and he held it there, beneath the peach tree, in the moonlight of september. 

We laughed

He cried

And he, Victor Nikiforov, enjoyed every bit of it. The mist, covering his hair in a silvery cap of jewels. The moon hollowing his beauty to the bone. He smelt of sugar and smoke, a surprisingly good combination. When he touched me...

...When I touched him, Yuri Katsuki, he smiled and chuckled, just enough for it to be perfect, any more or any less would have been awkward. And his dark hair mixed with his soft light complexion was perfect enough for an award. I grabbed his hand...

...He grabbed my hand.

And we touched.                                                                                                                                                                 And we touched.


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