His soul hummed with renewed strength, bolts of calm energy bouncing off his bones. At the first whiff of the scent of what he knew to be home and strength and safety, his hands clenched around Minako’s clothes without his permission. He could smell sea salt, a smell that seemed to first belong to Minako and then the sea. Yuuri felt his eyes prickle, and his arms, as if detached from his will, flew to wrap around Minako’s frame, which was slighter than he remembered it being. The same vice grip that had raised his arm and was the first to wish him successfully home, the person who had believed in him before he believed in himself….was here, clutching him tightly to her bosom, like he was going to fly away any moment. Not that it mattered, as he was subsequently squeezed with vicious strength. Now, if you would move I would like to welcome him home after 5 years of undergoing the Labours.”
Minako’s face bristled, as she said with her nose pointed up, “Yuuri Katsuki? Icarus ? I’m sure you’ve heard the name, if not personally, then by reputation. “What are you talking about lady?! Calm down!” The man said, equally annoyed. “Please move! Can’t you see I’m trying to welcome a Hero home?” Minako said testily to a particularly stubborn man unmoved by her charms. Not that they would have minded, Yuuri mused, as he saw his mentor and someone he considered - in his more sentimental moments - a second mother, run to him, face still retaining its youth and vitality, fetchingly flushed from the exercise. He looked away from the ombre evening sky, to see a lean figure cut across the crowd, their body taking advantage of its leanness to gracefully twist around the people, somehow managing to not touch any of them. In Yuuri’s more fanciful moments he would imagine he could see the golden chariot with the fire-darting steeds, of the Titan Lord of the Sun as it flew across the evening sky, gently nudging the evening to night when his gentle sibling would shine the luminous light of the moon on the mortal plane. He squinted up at the bright sky, adorned in rich purples and reds, as the sun began its journey home to rest after a hard day’s work. Yuuri pushed back his hair, the sweat from the heavy heat plastering it against his forehead.
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