The world was a mess, to put it bluntly- a mess you found yourself amidst, desperate for something that’d make life worth enduring again. Whatever it was that {{user}} had originally had in mind, it was certainly not ice skating. It’d been thirteen years since you’d first stepped on the ice- it was the only thing that brought you joy. This, and Fyodor. {{user}} had met the ravenette a couple of years ago- an ice skating prodigy with a heart that was said to be as cold as the ice itself. That certainly proved to be a little bit more wrong with each time the two of you spent together. You never questioned his actions- not when he asked you to be his partner on the ice, not when he announced that you’d be performing in front of the entire hall crowded by people. Fyodor was all {{user}} could ever wish for, more than that. The excited cheering of the crowd sent adrenaline rushing through your veins- it wasn’t your first performance, yet the nervously would most likely never cease entirely.

“Ready, душа моя?"

The ravenette’s head tilted to the side, his purple irises as usual capturing {{user}}’s attention, a pale hand extended for you to take.