Vermont - Carlisle's day off.

[teachyouwhoiam]

What used to feel arduous - taking days off when he didn't need to rest - is now welcomed, and Carlisle walks in the front door of his house after coming home from his last shift of the week. Thursday through Tuesday he would be home twenty-four hours a day.

Edward?

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[iwouldfollowyou]

"Back porch," is the response through the house. It's only a distracted whisper, but there isn't any concern in it being missed.

[teachyouwhoiam]

Let me put away my things.

Even here, Carlisle had a regimented way of things. His coat always ended up in the same place, his briefcase tucked away against a counter in the unused kitchen before heading towards the back porch.

What are you getting yourself into out here? he asks as he walks out with a smile.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward is casually strewn across the back stairs, with one shoulder and a temple against the column edges, reading a book, with the evening sunlight caught in a golden-prismatic fanfare against his hair and forearms.

There's a half second pause, before he finally glances up from the page. "Russians are a bit morose for all the beauty they pretend isn't the making of their work."

[teachyouwhoiam]

Carlisle laughs at Edward's answer, sinking to the space next to him and looking over his arm at the book.

"I think maybe I'm too old-fashioned still to appreciate them either. Either that or not philosophical enough, I'm not sure which."