[for Five]
Aug. 22nd, 2023 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fifthbeatleBy the time Viktor gets home, he's more than an hour late. Best laid plans and all that. The college hasn't had a dedicated theory professor in a while, and Viktor hasn't been a professor quite like this. It's part-time, but stacking it all end-to-end, Viktor's working more than full-time.
He makes time for his family and friends, but he's become less precise about his timing -- a tragic turn for a musician. His 3pm's are more like 4pm's and the signature is ever-changing. A couple days ago, he fully left his violin home and had to go home to get it. And for all that Darrow is small, conductors are still impatient, and on time is late.
Tonight, he's just late. After missing his window to leave by almost 2 hours, Viktor is tired and out of sync. He also thinks it was his turn to take care of dinner tonight. Shit.
It's nearly 7pm when Viktor rolls in, takeout bags in hand. Some extra, since he doesn't know who is home. Knowing Five, he may have eaten already. That's okay: there's never too much food for Luther. The bags are set gently on the table.
The house is largely dark, save for the library light. Viktor drops his keys where he always does and tucks away his shoes.
"Hey," Viktor says gently as he bypasses Five to set his violin and beside its corresponding stand. "Sorry I'm late."
He makes time for his family and friends, but he's become less precise about his timing -- a tragic turn for a musician. His 3pm's are more like 4pm's and the signature is ever-changing. A couple days ago, he fully left his violin home and had to go home to get it. And for all that Darrow is small, conductors are still impatient, and on time is late.
Tonight, he's just late. After missing his window to leave by almost 2 hours, Viktor is tired and out of sync. He also thinks it was his turn to take care of dinner tonight. Shit.
It's nearly 7pm when Viktor rolls in, takeout bags in hand. Some extra, since he doesn't know who is home. Knowing Five, he may have eaten already. That's okay: there's never too much food for Luther. The bags are set gently on the table.
The house is largely dark, save for the library light. Viktor drops his keys where he always does and tucks away his shoes.
"Hey," Viktor says gently as he bypasses Five to set his violin and beside its corresponding stand. "Sorry I'm late."
