Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•Buttercream Frosting•

Christmas Morning

Victor's Point Of View

I could feel myself drifting away from the feeling of sleep as I fluttered my eyes open.......

My mind waking up immediately as my nose caught on and off whiffs of what smelled like....

Hot chocolate? Peppermint?

I had no idea.

I was too tired to figure it out.

And my back hurt way too much for me to focus.

Why did my back hurt?

I sat up slowly to find myself spread across my brown leather couch at the front of my apartment.

An apartment that was cast in a cloudy glow, soft snowflakes falling outside my window pane as my eyes woke up.

Woke up to see an evergreen, Christmas tree with twinkling lights set up right in front of me.

The golden ornaments sparkling in my brown eyes as I stretched my arms above my head.

All the events from last night flooding into my mind immediately as I let a smile spread across my face....

After shopping for hours, Yuri and I came back to my place with tired eyes and legs, shopping bags filling up almost half of his apartment.

An apartment that Yuri soon discovered did not have a Christmas tree.

And so, like any other Christmas enthusiast.....

He dragged my ass all the way downtown to buy one, my constant protests and deep sighs having no effect on him whatsoever.

And we spent our Christmas Eve listening to that same Frank Sinatra record........

Quiet hums and off key notes flowing from Yuri's lips as I tried not to laugh....

Both of us decorating the tree as we danced and danced....

Danced around his apartment like we had during Phicit's party and like we would have during the Masquerade Ball.......

Yuri's own smile lighting me up, making me look as if I was the Christmas tree.

Or at least, that's what it felt like.

And speaking of which, where was Yuri?

All my mornings had been spent waking up to him and his brown eyes....

And his absence this morning was disappointing.

And almost worrisome.

But as soon as my eyes fell upon that messy, ebony hair that I knew all too well.....

His grey sweatpants and bare feet dancing around the kitchen.....

I was no longer worried.

Or disappointed.

"And he's alive," he said with a smile as he leaned his elbows on the counter, brown curls falling in his eyes.