Fic: Pressure Cooker
Fic: Pressure Cooker
Author: ballerynna
Disclaimer: Did not happen. Swear.
Pairing: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 258
Note: One good thing that came out of ontd_ai being bahleeted for April’s Fools, I finished and began some fics. This has been percolating for a while on my hard drive.
Note 2: Can’t even remember which competition this was supposed to be for now. Maybe the Olys?
Summary:
The ice loomed before him.
The lights, the cheering, screaming crowd and the roar of the music being played made the kid (kid! Oh God!) skating before him look like a blobby blur.
Breathe. Breath. Calm. Calm. Drink some honey.
Then Galina was before him. Reminding him of something or the other.
“Just focus and ease into it. Step by step, focus on next element. And snap that arm, you forget always to snap and you are thrown off the jump,” he hears her words but they blend together with so many things. With everything.
“Yes. Focus. Step. Arm,” he echoes almost robotically.
It’s time.
Johnny shakes his head, bringing himself out of his internal reverie. He skates over to the center of the ice waiting for the music to begin.
He’s prepared.
He chances a look towards the Kiss and Cry and beyond that the back hallway entrance. There he was, standing waiting for his moment on center ice. Evan.
“Focus. Step by step. Arm snap. I can do this,” he repeats shaking off that momentary lapse.
This is what he’s trained for. Every moment spent on the ice, every moment spent not being in a normal school, belt tightening of his parents, the drama of his whole life all boils down to four minutes.
“After this we’ll be free,” Evan’s voice echoes in his head.
We’ll be free he thinks, free to love, to shout to the world how much they care for each other.
Free from the pressure cooker.
Johnny misses his first triple axel.
Author: ballerynna
Disclaimer: Did not happen. Swear.
Pairing: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 258
Note: One good thing that came out of ontd_ai being bahleeted for April’s Fools, I finished and began some fics. This has been percolating for a while on my hard drive.
Note 2: Can’t even remember which competition this was supposed to be for now. Maybe the Olys?
Summary:
The ice loomed before him.
The lights, the cheering, screaming crowd and the roar of the music being played made the kid (kid! Oh God!) skating before him look like a blobby blur.
Breathe. Breath. Calm. Calm. Drink some honey.
Then Galina was before him. Reminding him of something or the other.
“Just focus and ease into it. Step by step, focus on next element. And snap that arm, you forget always to snap and you are thrown off the jump,” he hears her words but they blend together with so many things. With everything.
“Yes. Focus. Step. Arm,” he echoes almost robotically.
It’s time.
Johnny shakes his head, bringing himself out of his internal reverie. He skates over to the center of the ice waiting for the music to begin.
He’s prepared.
He chances a look towards the Kiss and Cry and beyond that the back hallway entrance. There he was, standing waiting for his moment on center ice. Evan.
“Focus. Step by step. Arm snap. I can do this,” he repeats shaking off that momentary lapse.
This is what he’s trained for. Every moment spent on the ice, every moment spent not being in a normal school, belt tightening of his parents, the drama of his whole life all boils down to four minutes.
“After this we’ll be free,” Evan’s voice echoes in his head.
We’ll be free he thinks, free to love, to shout to the world how much they care for each other.
Free from the pressure cooker.
Johnny misses his first triple axel.