It was important, really. Llewellyn wasn’t prone to sharing, he went out of his way to not share most of the time. The last world had been… Terrible for forcing things from him. But this was something that he still had shared with very few people. Rhy, certainly, and a couple people in his world at most… But when he was in the right kind of mood, and with a friend he trusted, and it seemed like an explanation was owed… He at least tried.
It was still a bit clumsy, random details blurted out between bites of a pretzel or sips from his drink. But at Ignis’ questions, he does his best to explain, wishing he had more to refer to for his friend. Especially since Ignis seemed interested to hear about this, it was nice to share. So Llewellyn explained the story of Hanukkah from what he could remember when the family who’d offered to teach him more about what he didn’t get to learn from his own family…
About the victory of the Maccabees who retook the temple from those who wanted the Jewish people to give up their beliefs. How when they went to light the menorah to re-dedicate the temple, there had only been enough oil for one day. How it had miraculously instead lasted for eight nights until new oil could be prepared properly. “So every year families gather in honor of that. Each of the eight nights at sundown they gather to celebrate with food, games and lighting the menorah.” He ended, smiling a little as he hoped it hadn’t been too confusing of an explanation. It wasn’t something he’d had a lot of practice with, it wasn’t something easily spoken of in his world.
“Latkes are mm… these fried potato pancakes. You serve them with sour cream or applesauce, they’re quite good. I’d offer you a recipe, but I’m afraid I don’t really have one.” He responded, before breaking off another piece of a pretzel to eat. He wished he had some memories of his parents during such holidays, but it was sadly not meant to be.
The laugh gets a clumsy grin and a soft sound. “Mm… I confess I was quite surprised.” Delightfully so, of course, after he’d asked a few times if Rhy was sure about the proposal. Because… Well, he was him and Rhy was… Better than he deserved, in Llewellyn’s opinion. “I don’t mind, we liked the idea of a spring wedding- well… as much of one as we could manage, considering there weren’t seasons at the Sphere. We were married on April 2nd, which perhaps was sooner than expected but… Well, we had a lot of friends who helped.” He just wished that they could have been there when the date actually arrived… But the nature of these places was so unpredictable. Instead, they had a private ceremony and then invited everyone who was there to join them for the reception. It had been fun, and both he and Rhy had taken a moment to remember those who couldn’t join them.
Llewellyn was happy to speak on the subject of roses. He’d grown rather fond of them, after all. “Ah, red and perhaps a nice golden yellow… They’re um… Rhy’s preferred colours.” They were the colours of the Maresh family, and roses a symbol… So he wanted to at least give his husband something nice that meant something to him. “I’m hoping to work on a hybrid… A colleague of mine- back in my world, I mean, his wife, is a rosarian. She grew these beautiful hybrid tea roses. They were pink with hints of red in them.” And it seemed to him that something similar in red and some hints of yellow might be nice to look at. He hadn’t really been exploring his interest in flowers back in those days, so caught up in work and trying to forget other things. Otherwise he could have probably asked…
Although Ruth Newsome was… a lot. So it was hard to say how much he would have learned from her.
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It was still a bit clumsy, random details blurted out between bites of a pretzel or sips from his drink. But at Ignis’ questions, he does his best to explain, wishing he had more to refer to for his friend. Especially since Ignis seemed interested to hear about this, it was nice to share. So Llewellyn explained the story of Hanukkah from what he could remember when the family who’d offered to teach him more about what he didn’t get to learn from his own family…
About the victory of the Maccabees who retook the temple from those who wanted the Jewish people to give up their beliefs. How when they went to light the menorah to re-dedicate the temple, there had only been enough oil for one day. How it had miraculously instead lasted for eight nights until new oil could be prepared properly. “So every year families gather in honor of that. Each of the eight nights at sundown they gather to celebrate with food, games and lighting the menorah.” He ended, smiling a little as he hoped it hadn’t been too confusing of an explanation. It wasn’t something he’d had a lot of practice with, it wasn’t something easily spoken of in his world.
“Latkes are mm… these fried potato pancakes. You serve them with sour cream or applesauce, they’re quite good. I’d offer you a recipe, but I’m afraid I don’t really have one.” He responded, before breaking off another piece of a pretzel to eat. He wished he had some memories of his parents during such holidays, but it was sadly not meant to be.
The laugh gets a clumsy grin and a soft sound. “Mm… I confess I was quite surprised.” Delightfully so, of course, after he’d asked a few times if Rhy was sure about the proposal. Because… Well, he was him and Rhy was… Better than he deserved, in Llewellyn’s opinion. “I don’t mind, we liked the idea of a spring wedding- well… as much of one as we could manage, considering there weren’t seasons at the Sphere. We were married on April 2nd, which perhaps was sooner than expected but… Well, we had a lot of friends who helped.” He just wished that they could have been there when the date actually arrived… But the nature of these places was so unpredictable. Instead, they had a private ceremony and then invited everyone who was there to join them for the reception. It had been fun, and both he and Rhy had taken a moment to remember those who couldn’t join them.
Llewellyn was happy to speak on the subject of roses. He’d grown rather fond of them, after all. “Ah, red and perhaps a nice golden yellow… They’re um… Rhy’s preferred colours.” They were the colours of the Maresh family, and roses a symbol… So he wanted to at least give his husband something nice that meant something to him. “I’m hoping to work on a hybrid… A colleague of mine- back in my world, I mean, his wife, is a rosarian. She grew these beautiful hybrid tea roses. They were pink with hints of red in them.” And it seemed to him that something similar in red and some hints of yellow might be nice to look at. He hadn’t really been exploring his interest in flowers back in those days, so caught up in work and trying to forget other things. Otherwise he could have probably asked…
Although Ruth Newsome was… a lot. So it was hard to say how much he would have learned from her.