cigarettes // yuri on ice

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"What are you like?" Yuri said in a dream-like state, his eyes wandered to the tiny bit of illuminated grey hair. That was all he'd seen of him.

Yuri wanted to see more.

"Hmm?"

"Who are you?"

"Pardon?"

"Let me rephrase.. tell me about you." Yuri inched closer, but the Russian seemed to move twice the space away cautiously. Yuri frowned.

"There's nothing to know."

"Of course there is. Tell me about yourself.. I don't know anything about you other than your age."

"Russia, I lived in Russia until I was 18."

"Why did you decide to move?"

The nameless man's face twisted, into a contorted kind of unease;

It was one of the only emotions he displayed on his face that didn't show his years, but showed his pain.

Of course, Yuri could never see that.