Tea Leaves || Vidris
viggocain:
idriswolfe:
Spring time in Chicago was one of Idris’s favorite seasons. In spite of having spent a good part of his life accustoming to climates and braving the harsher elements of the wilderness and extreme environments, Idris had found the milder seasons to be more of his liking. While Chicago was not what one would call a place with good weather year round, Idris found the Spring and Fall season to be relatively pleasant. And spending the day off with his spouse was most certainly one of his favorite past times. It was not difficult to find Viggo in the house they resided in. It was by no means a large house, but it was comfortable and more than enough for the two of them. Idris followed the distinct scent of Viggo’s tea and walked up the steps, arriving at the door way of his husband’s study. Knocking on the door gently, Idris walked inside and found the other man seated at his desk, with the teapot and tea cup resting next to his laptop. ”Running analytics again?” Idris peered over Viggo’s shoulder. ”Those bosses of ours should really be paying you for over-time.”
Oak Park did afford one the luxury of a private-sense. For business and personal affairs, this was taken advantage of in the Cain-Wolfe household. SLLLP demanded discretion, in particular, and to have a setting where the two could work in peace as much as be with each other without paperwork hanging over their heads was appreciated. In the study, the sunshine poured in from the bay windows, reaching across the rectangular table and highlighting the golden hues of the stain and varnish. Resting on top of the surface, the porcelain cup grew empty from the final sip while Viggo stared intently on the computer screen, only to reach out for it again as if it was full. His bare feet were positioned on the seat, knees bent to his chest while his chin hovered lightly over them if only to drink. It was only until his tongue brushed the smooth texture that he realized there was nothing left, though. There was a quiet sigh, the trance-like stare broken as he set it back while his hand gripped the silver teapot. It had been hours since he had left the room, but he retained his focus up until the knock against the door was heard, making his amber eyes swim over to meet Idris with a smile. “Experimental weapon statistics,” he answered with a trail of irony in his tone. The voice washed over the sound of the tea splashing in the cup, swirling before its owner pulled back, setting the container back. “If it makes me cringe, they know they’ve succeeded.” The lightness in his eyes sparked as they reflected his partner’s image before they reluctantly reverted back to the screen, one hand over Idris’s while the other brought the porcelain rim to his lips. “Mm,” he responded before swallowing, “or more days alone. I think I’d prefer that more, really.”
Viggo was a sight to behold when he was preoccupied with something. Even without having to stand in front of the other man, Idris could already picture the way Viggo's brows would knit together slightly while in concentration, the mesmerizing way in which those soulful amber eyes would almost be unblinking as they stared at the computer screen, the interesting way in which he sat - something that Idris had tried to get him to change time and again for the sake of his posture, and of course, all the while accompanied by the tea - or as Idris sometimes called it, Viggo's greatest love - that was always by his side. "Lovely. What kind of twisted ideas have they come up with now?" Idris let out a sigh. "On second thought, maybe I don't want know what's going to bring about the Armageddon." While Idris held multiple roles and functions at SLLLP, analytics was something that he didn't have to do often. In some ways, Idris had considered himself lucky in that respect, seeing that statistical analysis had never been held much interest for him; but seeing his husband burdened with the work made him ache. One hand reached over to feel the teapot - it was cold. "You've been at this for hours." Idris's lips curled up in a soft smile as he looked down their joined hands, the metal bands juxtaposed next to each other. "More days alone?" The other hand brushed against the nape of Viggo's neck, fingers tracing against the skin gently. "Alone as in you alone, or alone as in we alone?"
