who: Victor Frankenstein & Elizabeth Swann when: August 24th, evening where: Their apartment What: Coordinating schedules. warnings: It's fluff. status: Complete.
Elizabeth sat with a knee pulled up to her chest and her other leg tucked underneath her form. Two of the pillows were propped back between the headboard and her back and she was sitting still in her clothes she'd worn all day, having not yet changed into something more appropriate for bed. She pulled up a link on her device and slid it gently towards the foot of the bed, in Victor's direction, before wrapping an arm around her knee. "I'd like your opinion on that. Is there a time you feel would line up with your schedule best?" She asked, conversationally, as her eyes lifted to look across at him.
She'd not come out quite yet and said that she was interested in joining the portal guard but she suspected he would put two and two together quick enough.
Victor’s schedule had initially been all over the place. He’d give himself 2-4 hours of sleep before going back in, taking on as many patients as he could, but once Elizabeth had arrived, he’d had to re-think his schedule. He’d had to make adjustments and it had taken a while to get to the place where he was now. He didn’t take on too many patients and he allowed himself to have more time at home, but the schedule he had now was more of a night schedule than anything else. He wanted to eventually work his way toward being a surgeon, but that would require time and training he didn’t feel he needed (except for how to use the little cameras and things they used at times). It was a work in progress, something to look forward to. He would bring people back from the brink of death, but he knew that saving everyone was an unlikely goal.
He glanced over at the device before taking a seat and looking at it. The schedule for the portal guards. He’d noted the post asking for guards, but he had not replied as he had no interest in the task. It was not what he did, not what he was good at. He left such things to Ethan. “Well, I’m stuck more on the night shift right now than anything. It looks like there are plenty of shifts available then.”
She shifted, unwrapping her arm and sliding down the bed towards him until she was just behind him. She rested her chin against his shoulder so she could glance down at the device herself. "I was already thinking nights would be best for us," she commented. While Victor wasn't signing up, nor would she ever think he'd have interest, she wanted to make sure she didn't create a conflict that would make it so they saw one another less than needed. She did enjoy his company after all.
She brought her arm around his side and pointed to one specific block. "Baring that in mind, there's either until midnight or from midnight until dawn. Either would be roughly when you are the hospital, yes?" She asked, tilting her head now to look towards him, even though she continued to rest against his shoulder.
Victor smiled at the feeling of her chin on his shoulder and the arm around him. It had been such a strange thing to find that this was something he would enjoy. More so that he knew that he wasn’t always the best with other people and he had always assumed that relationships were not something he’d manage. If he had known what he knew now, he wasn’t sure that he would have even allowed himself the possibility of it. He was suddenly glad that he hadn’t had those memories because he wouldn’t be here otherwise. He didn’t like the idea of it.
“Whichever one you’d like to do would be fine. The hours are long and I’ll likely get caught up there. My hours might change eventually, but we can figure that out then.” He didn’t move his head, just his eyes as he glanced in her direction. “Hopefully you’ll manage some sleep before I get home if you work the first, but I’m fine with whichever one you choose.” He was quiet for a moment before he said, “You will do your best to be careful, however. I shouldn’t want you to be hurt in any way.”
"I imagine should your hours change, and it be a regular one, I can speak with the management to make arrangements." As everything she'd built in Chicago had unfortunately not followed her here, sans her memories and connection with Victor, she had far too much in the way of spare time. She wanted to fill it but her priority would always be Victor. She saw no reason why they would be against making arrangements in the hypothetical future should they need to be made, especially with how they needed the help. There was a flash of a smirk in response to his statement.
"I'll be certain to get some sleep, yes, but I'll continue to insist you tell me once you've gotten home each night." She liked being informed he'd made it home. There were some nights where he'd get caught up at the hospital after all. She simply assumed it was always a possibility and so his arrival was always met with grateful, yet sleepy, eyes. With his question, she gave a subtle nod. "I'll do my best." It'd been a long time since she'd been in any actual battle that wasn't simply a sparring exercise. Killian had helped her keep her skills up to par but there was never any threat of danger in those days. Still, she was always mindful and would continue to be so.
He hated to make her do too much to adhere to his schedule. He could adhere to hers if he had to, but he had things he very much wanted to do and there was still time before that happened. So he was sure they could worry about that then. He hoped that the people running things would be understanding, but his faith in people was still less than most others. “I’m sure they will do what they can. Especially with all the posts asking for assistance.”
He smiled. It was such a simple thing. “I will, of course, be certain to wake you when I’m home. Perhaps after I’ve showered and gotten ready for bed however.” He didn’t like to go to sleep without showering after work. He knew what was in the hospitals. He didn’t need to bring it into his bed. “Good.” He turned then just enough so that he could face her. “I’ll make sure to text if I’m get caught up with something.”
"And if not, then I'll find another avenue for employment." It was that simple really. She supposed that the majority of the guards would be using more modern weaponry. She was quite good with a pistol but she wasn't adept to the modern firearms. If Mr. Chandler were the same as from Chicago, or had been more friendly with Victor at this point that she felt comfortable asking, perhaps she'd have inquired about learning more about the modern firearms. But he was not, on either account, so it was a moot point. She recognized the names of some individuals and believed they were the individuals with the laser swords. She wouldn't be the only one utilizing a blade, at least. But the truth was, she missed her ship and she missed talking about it to eager individuals. That had been enjoyable as a reminder of her old life and as employment.
Portal guarding just felt like the best of her current options but not something she was passionate about, not in the way Victor was about his studies. In this world, he was able to pursue his medical education once more instead of working in the mortuaries. She was glad for that even if she missed her passions.
But her face lit up when he agreed. She shifted, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Yes, only after that," she agreed. She knew he worked with an array of nasty conditions nightly. It was better for him to shower first. Then she nodded her head in response to the further claim, "I do appreciate it, darling." Reaching forward, she picked up her device once more. A quick glance to it and then she added, "I believe I'll request the shifts that ends at midnight." And then she pressed the power button, shutting it down for the night, and stretching across their bed to rest it down on the bedside table.