#idriscainwolfe

[idriscainwolfe]

[iraxwolfe]

Toy Story || Vidris/Ira

[Ira's scowl was increasing by the moment as the text responses from his son-in-law filtered through. There was no change in the repeated message that lit up his side of the screen. "It isn't what you think it is." Frankly, that was hard to believe when there was a mass of evidence being compiled to prove otherwise. Viggo wasn't even checking his phone. His answer would undoubtedly corroborate his partner's, though. Drawings, testimony, written statements by his son... it was shaping up to be a trial with execution already built-in, and it would only take one lie for the father to set it in motion.

The cell phone was placed back at his desk, and once the room was made private for the three adults, it was only a matter time before their arrival. Once it came, the door opened to see the pair and shortly gestured them to come in. Immediately, the prepared speech began to unravel.]

You're both consenting adults. Married. I'd like to believe you're equally mature. [Lips pursed during a pause, watching the two, and the chest tightened by withheld breath before releasing slowly.] But you're not acting like that at all, are you? Maybe too mature for your own good would be better to say.. Now, is there anything you'd like to say to me other than I'm just mistaken? Or will we have to go through this piece by piece?

[viggowolfe-cain]

Ice-cream.

Send me a random object and my character will come up with a creative way to seductively use it with/on/for yours.

Summer was upon them, on the fringes of transitioning to autumn, but the high temperatures were here to stay for the time being. Viggo, so used to upper double digits and the triple threat that was routine in Dubai, seemed perfectly relaxed with the familiar hints to his life years ago. It had been less than two years for his entire outlook to change, and it was his husband that he owed the majority of that to, reminded everyday by the ring around his finger.

In the background, ocean waves tumbled against the sand--the staple noise of their new life in Maine--before the dark blond's soft laughter was added to the forefront. He had turned his head towards his husband, seeing the remnants of the ice cream that they had brought out with them left on the youngest's lips. Dipped in white, the voluptuous halves looked unusual on the handsome face, but were looked at with the utmost fondness.

"I'll never understand why you don't think you're cute," he murmured, offering a smile as he moved close enough to nearly have their faces meet.

Gently, the tip of Viggo's tongue brushed the edge of the lower lip before the brunet could protest against the statement, something that the eldest couldn't help but remind whenever he had the chance. "It's a moment like this that gives me added proof to what I know," he teased, following with another dab at the corner of the other's mouth.

Pulling back slightly, he looked over the work of the cleaning, pleased that only most of it had been captured. His own lips became wet by the way they were drawn in, wiped with the same buds that were still flavored with Idris' taste and diluted only by the sweetened vanilla. As for the final spots against his partner, his thumb dragged over them until only the color of his flesh reclaimed its place. A veil of cream decorated the digit now, but rose back to its owner, letting his lips and tongue wash over it for his husband's eyes to take.

[sebastiansteele]

Just because you're in dire need of exorcising by a professional doesn't give you the excuse to take out your issues on others. Why don't you go fly a kite instead?

As expected from the practicing Catholic to think demonic possession is the source of unwanted facts. As I recall, the last religious experience we feigned together caused you to eventually lose consciousness at my feet. Perhaps you should see that as an indication for any future attempts.

[sir-fabian-bishop]

PM: Hello, Inspector. I hope all's been well for you. Viggo and I will be hosting a Thanksgiving dinner on the 27th. We'd love it if you can join us. You're more than welcome to bring a date or two with you, the more the merrier. We look forward to seeing you.

PM (timelorded to Nov. 23rd): Greetings, Mr. Cain. I would be delighted to attend the festivities with you and your Submissive. I should be able to look forward to seeing thankfulness for participating in a successful claim from both of you, but perhaps my influence hasn't been embraced fully as of yet. Regardless, your invitation has been met with great appreciation, as long as you haven't gone about foolishly with the remainder of your invites by welcoming hedonists into your living quarters on such a day of celebration, such as Mr. Black and Payne, whom I fear are not the ideal pair of characters that are worth associating with.

If possible, I would prefer a minimal amount of sugar and sodium to my meal, as my diet has run a rather stringent regimen.

Regards,     Fabian C. Bishop

[constantinepayne]

☏ + Vidris || Drunk Call: Bested

Con: I need to borrow your kid for a day.

Con: And both of you. I need the whole package deal, minus the zoo.

[claire-shuster-blog]

PM: I've got some very effective ointment for your injuries that I brought from home. It also works as antiseptic so you don't have do too much with it. Also, compression helps a lot with the pain, if you need any help with it, let me know.

PM: Thank you, Idris. I’d love to get the ointment. And I have been keeping my wounds wrapped tightly. The worst part is showering and going to get food from the cafeteria. Outside of that, I stay on my cot all day.

[viggowolfe-cain]

☟

Send me ☟ for my muse to turn back into their younger self, with only the memories that led up to that age.

Six years-old, the dark blond's hair has a slightly darker tint, not yet bleached by Arabian days. The eyes have never tasted melancholy, and even in their previously revived state, there's more of an innocent and excited gleam to them as they look around. It's strange. His family was here a moment ago, but now there's no grandfather Lowell, no mom, no dad, not even Elijah toddling after him. The house is still standing, though, and every corner of it is known inside and out.

The young Viggo rolls out of the large bed, suddenly feeling the weight of the necklace around his neck. The over-sized shirt is peered down at, catching the unknown metal figures against his chest before feeling another unfamiliar one around his finger. Golden irises stare at it curiously, rubbing at it in hopes that it won't fall off, but decides to bend the set to the attached palm as the only way to keep it.

The other hand reaches up, turning the knob to walk into the rest of the home. As the bare feet move beyond the threshold, they stop at the sight of another small boy, brunet and slightly younger.

"Welcome to the Wolfe cottage," is greeted with an encouraging smile, naive to what should be a peculiarity. However, Viggo's expression only grows warmer, outstretching his hand for Idris to take. "I'm Viggo Ira Wolfe. What's your name?"

[sebastiansteele]

PM: What happened then was different from what you're doing now, although it's funny how you feel the need to justify your actions. With that being said, quit changing the topic. I thought you like challenges, one would think being nice to people would be a good one.

PM: As I seem to recall, the sub's punishment was predicated on not addressing you as "Sir." I'm not that petty, Cain. Just because your ego slimmed to an almost reasonable level doesn't make you a saint. That is the correct term, I believe. Do you happen to be yet another follower of good and evil? Boring. I'm allowing a submissive to become my slave for three days. Granting her wish should be seen as nice, according to your definition.

[charlesnoble-blog]

PM: Happy birthday, Charlie. I hope you have an awesome year ahead.

PM: Thank you, sir. I hope for the same.

[constantinepayne]

F2F: Settlement || Idris/Constantine

Constantine: There was the final check of the dutiful smartphone in his grasp, seeing Idris Cain's last reply with an unamused sweep of the eyes. His jeans took hold of the device, tucking it away with the volume muted in preparation for their meeting. In truth, there was no news that had made itself known to him within the past hour. Instead, it had been a week that the older man had been keeping news from the released, and it had been purposely chosen to be delivered at the late hour. Although he requested privacy for obvious reasons the other was well-aware of, when he knocked on the door, it was Viggo Wolfe that answered it, throwing what was preferred immediately to his side. This was the reason he had chosen to step out of the business of the Crowne, apparently. His matters of importance were compromised by this one person watching him cautiously. He already had been informed of what he was, hadn't he? The strap of the satchel across his front scratched at him by the way his hand sat on top of the case, as he casually talked to the shorter figure that was outwardly polite but inwardly reluctant to even allow him in the villa at all. Smoky blue eyes drew over the rooms, being led into the living room before attention fell on the brunette he was already acquainted with. "There's not much of a point to ask him to leave, is there?" he started with a sigh, leveling with the warmer tones of irises he was missing in his own while he sat down. The leather compartment drew to his lap, not opening just yet. "Before we start, you look better than last when I saw you in the hospital." Some of the bandages had been removed, more articulation with the limbs, but still injured, needing more therapy. "How are you?"

[claire-shuster-blog]

PM: I'm familiar with what people do with dissenters, I've heard enough about it. The person in question isn't the one you're speaking of. Now, I have seen his public conversation on the dash, it's enough to be telling. Not discounting your statement, but at least with him you'll still see it coming. I'm talking about the ones who seem sociable and friendly on the surface and then mess you up in private and get away with it. The ones who're truly empty. Those ones are dangerous

PM: You are? I am too. They did it to my parents and tried to do it to me too, but luckily I was able to come back from it. That’s very true. He does that to everyone else, but I can see right through it because I know better. I don’t trust easily, so you don’t have to worry about that with me. I don’t even fully trust you.

[sebastiansteele]

PM: Not interested in debating morality with you. The point is you go out there to provoke and pick on people with the intention to harm. This power trip of yours is getting out of hand. You should really stop while you're ahead, Sebastian Steele.

PM: submissive Viggo Ira Wolfe. That was the name. Have you failed to remember it ever since he was absorbed into the Cain clan?

[charlesnoble-blog]

PM: Hello, Charlie. How are you holding up? Do you need anything? I'm really sorry about Saturday.

PM: I haven't told anyone what happened. Are you doing better? I mean, did you go to infirmary? I've been really worried and scared, and I've been staying away from most people because they ask questions.

[constantinepayne]

Trick or treat, fellow alum.

Yeah, let's go with truth. Have you tried the swing you got on your wedding day yet?