He sat back, relaxing slightly with a sigh. "Not anymore. The world isn't like that anymore." The Russian took another cigarette out of almost-empty box and put it between his lips.
Yuri watched him do all this, almost in fascination. He did it so mindlessly, like it had been a daily routine for years. Yuri watched those rough hands of his pick up the white lighter and attempt to spark it with one hand, while covering the end of the cigarette with the other so the wind wouldn't extinguish his fire he had on the lighter.
Yuri wondered how many years it took for him to get this down.
"The world can be anything you want it to be.. you just have to look in the right places." Yuri smiled at him, but he couldn't see it. In a way, it was the worst metaphor. Reaching out, and offering your help when the other is just so surrounded with the dark that he couldn't see his attempt.
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cigarettes // yuri on ice
Fanfiction"You know those are going to kill you one day, right?" ♡ ; lower cases are intended // completed ; yuri!!! on ice fanfic
