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A King Off Balance

Who;Rhy Maresh, Open
What; Tailor Work, A Minor robbery, A Disney Princess Moment
Where; The Tailor Shop, The Markets, The Park
When; Early August
Warnings; None Yet

1. A Stitch In Time... | A Seamstress's Shop
The young woman who watched the counter was sick this morning. It was something Rhy had been informed of when he had first entered and, of course, the other ladies that worked in the shop had a very reasonable expectation of that. There were dresses to be made, suits to be prepared, shirts and blouses and vests. So many different things hat needed finished or prepared or repaired. All in all it meant that the newest hire who was still working on some of the easier skills was watching the counter. So he sat there behind the counter, working on repairing a vest.

Until, that was, the door opened. He looked up with a bright smile at the individual entering.

"Good morning. How might we serve you? Something new to wear? Repairs? Perhaps some lovely embroidery to enhance what you already own?"

2. Light Fingers Cause Problems | The Open Air Markets
Lunch, or nearly that. Rhy had been given leave a bit early from his job to go collect lunch, given he was intending to bring it back to the small tables near his place of work to have lunch with his husband and their lovely pup. Today it was his turn to buy their lunch, and so he had, a basket of small pastries, sweet and savory, a small wedge of cheese, and a small bunch of grapes. This last item was in the hands of the vendor, about to go into Rhy's basket as he took the small purse with the last of the money for lunch in hand as a child ran by.

One second there was a small pouch in his hand. The next just empty air as the child bolted off through the market, with the vendor cursing as the child ran off. And Rhy stood there, shocked.

"Did... Was I just stolen from?"

What a strange and interesting thing!

3. Why Do Birds Suddenly Appear | The Park
A day off. They were not the most common for Rhy, but he did so enjoy when they came. With Llewellyn busy at work Rhy had set himself into the park, another trip to allow their sweet basset hound pup get used to the plant and animal life. The dog was currently napping at the end of his leash, tuckered out from some vigorous sniffing action. Rhy, meanwhile, had settled on a bench with a book in his lap, enjoying the slow progression of a book he had bought.

He didn't even notice the little song birds growing interested until one landed on the top of his book, tweeting at him in curiosity. The man went very still and stared at the little finch, which seemed to have no problem with his presence.

What did he do now? He didn't want to scare the thing. Oh dear.

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"It was a cute bunny," Rhy laughed as he put his bookmark in place and set the book down in his lap to smile at his lover. His beloved. His heart of hearts.

"I'm glad I amused," he noted as he gestured for his partner to join him. "I don't think they were charmed so much as resting."

“It was a very cute bunny, I like to think the two of them bonded well over both having such long ears.” Llewellyn commented with one of his attempts at humour, a small grin on his face as he took the invitation from his husband. Sitting down in the grass, he stretched a little and leaned in close to press a little kiss to his dear heart’s cheek in greeting.

“I don’t know, I find most birds tend to rest on the branches of trees than so close to people.” And the bird had seemed quite happy on Rhy’s book, “So I believe that the little finch rather liked your company, or at least your choice in reading material.” He tugged out his phone. “See?” The detective turned the screen to show a rather nice shot of the whole scene.

"It might be," Rhy agreed. He was frankly shocked that Pretzel hadn't tried to eat the thing. The kiss was lovely, though, and he moved to lean against llewellyn.

What he hadn't expected was the picture. Truly that made him smile.

"YOu are kind to capture my moment."

Llewellyn had his theories on the matter, more serious ones that were less a joke and more logical… But he wasn’t in the mood to go down that avenue today, no. He was just glad their little dog was sweet-natured and seemed happy to get along with whatever creatures or people he was introduced to. Even if Pretzel was a little… Awkwardly enthusiastic about trying to make friends.

The weight resting against him was such a nice, warm comfort that Llewellyn relaxed his shoulders a bit and wrapped his free arm around his beloved. It was nice, a pleasant way to spend your break. “I uh- don’t know about kind. I don’t think I could have passed it up if I tried. It just seemed a lovely picture of the one I love in a very nice, quiet moment… and I wanted to keep it.” Was that too silly and sentimental? Maybe, but Llewellyn didn’t really care. He was glad to have captured the moment.

"Then please keep it," Rhy smiled, offering his husband an adoring look. "But if there is ever another one of those 'ball pits' to enjoy, I'm going to get a picture of you in there. Because it would please me."

“Thank you, dear.” Llewellyn responded softly, glad that Rhy hadn’t minded. If this were his world, and the picture was physical, he would have wanted to keep it on a desk or shelf. Or… Well, he supposed he couldn’t have for specific reasons… But he would have wanted to just the same. But it was nice to know he’d always have this little reminder of such a nice moment, something to recall on perhaps less pleasant days.

His husband’s comment startled a laugh out of him, though. Of course, the man would remind him of that, a disaster that had actually turned out rather well. “I could never say no to you, though I can’t help but imagine that would be a less pretty picture than this. Mm… More silly and awkward.” He tucked his phone away though, “Although I wouldn’t mind being pushed in again by you, as long as I can haul you in after me.” He teased, “It led to a truly lovely thing, followed by something wonderful, for all the awkwardness of having to maneuver out of it.” And it had been so very awkward considering the position they’d ended up in. Not that he’d ever really mentioned that to Rhy…

But Llewellyn often wondered if he’d ever have found it in himself to say the thing’s he’d said that day that rekindled interests and possibilities he’d nearly denied them both if it hadn’t happened.

"It is you, it would be beautiful," Rhy answered with a shrug. He didn't like the idea that his husband was anything but lovely. But the idea that he might be hauled in after made him laugh, loud and happy. O the things he would get up to.

"I suppose I could join you wherever you want, beloved."

Llewellyn flushed a little with pleasure. Rhy could still get him to even now. He might’ve questioned the notion, but he’d at least learned by this point that regardless of what he or other people thought, his husband truly believed what he said and that meant more than other compliments he might have gotten.

The laugh from Rhy is music to his ears, of course, and he felt a rare and playful desire well up in him at the comment. Chuckling softly, he tilted his head slightly. “Well, In that case, it would be a crime to not take advantage of that.” He tugged Rhy gently onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him lightly. “I like the idea of having you closer right here and now, I think.” After all, he hadn’t expected to see his beloved until the evening.

"Close sounds lovely," Rhy agreed, happy to take the tugging seriously and settle into his husband's lap. This was a very good place to read from, and always appreciated the affection it represented.

If Rhy was a flower, he was watered by simple displays of affection.

"Did you have to escape work today?"

And Llewellyn did so love to fuss over and tend to flowers… So it wasn’t a bad way to put it, he thrived on being able to bestow such affections on Rhy, he had enjoyed so little closeness and affection over the years… Being able to have moments like this meant a lot to him, and he wouldn’t take them for granted.

Enjoying the weight of his husband in his lap, he adjust his arms to wrap comfortably around Rhy’s waist to free the man’s arms if he did decide to continue reading.

Though the detective did rest his head next to Rhy’s, looking over his husband’s shoulder at the book, he hummed a little at the question. “Yes, it’s um… An outdoor thinking day, I think. Couldn’t focus inside, and my notes were getting a bit out of hand…” A few had undoubtedly migrated to Jagger’s things and be a slight inconvenience. “So a walk, contemplation, lunch at the park? Maybe check on a few locations someone suggested for the two of us. But I did not expect to find you here today, so consider me pleasantly surprised.”

"Well, I shall hope to not keep you from your work in the long term, but I'm not going to enjoy our time."

He leans against his lover, eyes closed, radiating a bit of peace. He rested his head on Llewellyn's shoulder and smile.

"My benefit I suppose."

“Oh, don’t worry about that, my love.” He smiled softly as Rhy rested his head on his shoulder and pressed a small, lingering kiss to the top of the man’s head. “Even if I mm… dawdle a little here longer than intended, my mind is always turning things you know.” And this was so hard to pass up. Moments like this were nice. Especially with everything they went through, either in their own worlds or the last… Even this one had presented some unfortunate scares.

So soft moments like this were to be cherished. Chuckling softly, he cuddled Rhy closer to his chest. “Though you are one of the few who can hold my attention properly, quite good at distracting me, though I’m always glad for it.” Taking his mind off his casework sometimes was almost as important as working on it on the go. A break sometimes helped him look at things differently when he eventually went back to it.

Distracting? That seems to be a suggestion that he do it, and Rhy leans in to kiss his husband lightly on his lips. Sounds like a challenge.

"Let me reboot your mind."

Llewellyn smiled into the kiss, a pleased laugh rising in his chest. Both delighted by the attention and amused at the comment, “Mm… It could probably use it today. So helpful, my love.” He responded in a lower tone before he dipped his head lower to press another kiss to his husband’s lips, rather liking the direction the conversation had taken. He also thrived on this attention. Reveled in the fact that he could enjoy such closeness freely with the man he loved and having gone so long without much affection of any sort in his life.

Well, they were very lucky that there wasn't anyone that might interrupt them in this moment. Because Rhy hummed happily as he pulled himself closer to his lover, wanting more of that kiss. Of all kisses. Of Llewellyn.

Certainly, the opportunity was nice… Llewellyn had come a long way from the days where he’d look over his shoulder every time they kissed.

Instead, he tangled fingers in Rhy’s hair, drawing him into the kiss more deeply with a pleased sigh. Clearly Llewellyn was as hungry for it, and closer was always encouraged… His arm shifting to hold the man in a firm, comforting embrace, hand grasping at material lightly.

Well this was good to hear. He hummed happily and kissed the other once again, enjoying the other's lips. The pulling his hair earned a light moan from him. This was probably too much for public, but he didn't care.

Admittedly, Llewellyn was a little lost in it to really think about that at the moment, delighted by the reaction his fingers in Rhy’s hair had earned. He loved the sound of the other’s voice, sounding so pleased with the attention he hummed happily. Tongue darting out to brush against the other’s lip, almost teasing, and a touch of questioning.

Well of course Rhy's lips would part for such a teasing brush of his husband's touch. What more could he be other than open for the desires of the other? Had he not proven to be very agreeable in those ways?

He certainly had, but Llewellyn never took such open willingness from his beloved for granted. A pleased sound rising in his throat, happy for the chance to deepen the kiss further, enjoying the taste of his husband.

Damn that was good. Rhy pushed at the other man's shoulders to try and push him back down onto the ground. This was the worst thing to be doing in public.

And Llewellyn always followed his love’s lead, letting the other push him down to lay in the grass more comfortably as he wrapped his arms around the other, enjoying the nearness and the weight on top of him as he pressed a few playful kisses to the man’s jawline next. Yes, this was a terrible idea in public, but Rhy had successfully distracted him. And, amusingly, it followed an odd tradition of detectives being so smitten with their enthusiastic partners to absentmindedly risk trouble in a public park.

Although… It would be a shame if the small, wrinkly fluff butt that was also on their level were to have enough of their nonsense that involved ignoring him…

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Rhy moved down with his partner, keeping up the deep kiss.

Or he did until said fluff butt realized that not one, but two faces of his favorite people were now in licking range. The pup rushed forward and then Rhy was pulling away, laughing as the dog came in to demand his kisses.

"Damn you Pretzel!"

Llewellyn let out a small ‘oof’ as their little pup pounced on his chest to get a better chance at reaching both of their faces. Oh, he was getting heavier… Laughing gently, he raised a hand to ward off the snout that had turned on him when Rhy pulled away. “Pretzel, this was not an invitation, bud.” He commented, propping himself up on an elbow and trying to appease the pup with some good pats.

Glancing up at his husband, he gave the man a small grin. “Mm… I suppose we should have probably anticipated that interruption. Revenge for not letting him in bed some evenings.” He raised a brow with a slightly amused tone.

"We should know better," Rhy agreed, moving to stand up. He stood aside and then offered his hand down to his husband. "Doesn't help that the bed is tall now, instead of sunken into the floor like at the dome."

Which meant Pretzel couldn't just invade of his own accord.

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