The Archery Range

adreamingsongbird:

an (incomplete) list of the things yuuri katsuki loves about viktor nikiforov:

• the way the moonlight catches his hair when it falls across their bed at night, glowing bright silver
• every single freckle sprinkled across his shoulders and dusted lightly over his cheeks. they’re usually covered by a touch of makeup, but that just means they’re yuuri’s little secret to love.
• the specific laugh that bubbles out of him every time yuuri makes it his mission to kiss each freckle he can find, and the blush that paints his face rosy-pink, too
• how knowledgeable he is about different brands of makeup and how to use various products effectively. he has Opinions on mascara and listening to him talk about them is one of yuuri’s greatest pleasures
• the silly little nonsense ditties he makes up on the spot to sing to makkachin in the evenings
• his hands, and his long, slender fingers. they’re lovely to sit and play with, idly, tracing the lines on his palms or gently bending each knuckle as the two of them sit together watching a movie
• when he takes off his ring, the slightly paler band around his finger due to wearing it all the time. it’s one of yuuri’s favorite places to kiss.
• that soft, sweet smile he wears when he thinks yuuri can’t see him.
• the soft, sweet smile he directs at yuuri, too. so open, warm, and loving that yuuri physically cannot resist going to him
• the way his breath catches in his throat when yuuri whispers i love you when he’s not expecting it
• his arms, those lovely arms that always want to hold and protect him. they’re strong and secure and there’s a scar on one of them, an old one viktor laughs off because he got it by tripping over his clothes iron’s cord and burning himself in the process. yuuri likes to kiss that, too.
• his eyelashes. they’re thick and long, but too pale to see when he’s not wearing makeup or if he’s far away.  seeing them up close is like seeing the freckles.
• how gentle he is with children or animals. it makes yuuri’s heart soar.
• the way he snorts when he laughs really, really hard, and his face gets red because he can’t stop laughing enough to breathe deeply.  this is one of yuuri’s favorite viktor laughs.
• the number of times viktor tells him “i love you”. in the morning, at noon, in the evenings, and countless times in between. he feels himself walking on clouds every time.
• when viktor falls asleep, head in his lap with yuuri’s hand in his hair, and sighs with utterly blissful contentment.  yuuri loves to keep stroking his hair and to look down at him, thinking about how much viktor loves him, too, and smiles.