a good thing together, so unpredictable

We were dancing, weren’t we?Yes. Yes, that’s how it began.The details start to blur, after so many of them pass you by. There’s only so much you can ever commit to memory, but Victor knows he remembers the important parts. There he is in a room, the lights glowing golden under the gauzy veil of alcohol. There he is, Galatea awaiting Aphrodite, rigid and confined and beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. There he is, and then thereheis.He. Him. The singular, the eternal, the endlessly complicated and utterly unique collection of star stuff that is named Yuuri Katsuki.You’ve heard this story before, surely.