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Logs for Memory Event

Who; Llewellyn and you!
What; One open to all log for the event, and one closed one under cut.
Where; All around
When; From the beginning till the end of the event!
Warnings; Mature themes pertaining to memory shares. I will update this with warnings depending on the memories that are discussed in threads for any major content.

Do you need a hand? - Open to all!

(Approach Llewellyn if your character has seen one of his memories, or he could just happen on your character having seen one of his or dealing with another memory from someone else. We can also have him accidentally happen upon one of your character’s memories! I can also do personalized starters if you want, just let me know either on Discord: WhimsicalSpook#8219 or Plurk:

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Llewellyn had eventually forced himself to go out again… Once he and Rhy had a chance to talk and had time for some comfort and recovery from the start of all this.

He had realized that there were probably a lot of people who hadn’t been through this before, and the mental image of people being overwhelmed and in need of assistance had struck him. In his experience it could be incredibly disorientating, and because these crystals happened to be falling outside, most people were probably in between errands or on their way somewhere… So he had bundled up again, making sure his hat and gloves were on before he went out the door to see if anyone needed help with reorienting themselves or to talk.

Yes, he realized that perhaps this was also taking a risk that he might see more people’s memories… But who would Llewellyn be if he wasn’t a little reckless when it came to wanting to help?

And that aside, it was important to watch for signs or clues as to what might have triggered this. To figure out if there were any connections or reasons for some memories. If there were any patterns or obvious triggers for how the memories were pulled from their own heads and crystallized. Suspicious people or signs…

So he needed to be out, regardless of how he felt about seeing things he'd rather not.

We’ve been here before. - Closed to Rhy - Backdated to first day

Llewellyn hadn’t thought much that morning when he looked out to see the sky full of clouds out the window of Rhy’s apartment. It had snowed a lot recently, and the sky seemed to be ready to drop more on them… What was yet to be determined, but it seemed sensible to get Pretzel out for a walk before anything began. The dog was having a little bit of a challenge with the few feet that had fallen recently, his heavier body and shorter legs making wading in snow rather difficult and slightly comical looking as he tried to plow into the white stuff.

So. Getting him out to burn off energy and to take care of his dog-business seemed smart before whatever was to come got started.

They didn’t quite get the walk finished before the weather turned, and Llewellyn frowned lightly, as it seemed that something a little… heavier than snow or rain was falling. At first he presumed it was something akin to hail mixed in, which seemed a bit out-of-place considering the conditions were wrong for it… “Hm…” His brow furrowed as he glanced to Rhy, then to Pretzel, and then around at the surrounding ground. There were… Crystals? That was not normal.

A few came to rest on the brim of his hat and he reached up without thinking to pull them off the brim to get a closer look… And regretted the decision instantly as his mind was flooded with a memory and impressions of feelings that were not his own. As jarring as it had been during his stay at the Sphere, but also familiar in a way. It wasn’t hard for him to recognize the voices speaking, the vaguely familiar setting he’d seen in someone else’s memories so many times before now.

Rhy.

This was another one of Rhy’s… And, as the debate and light bickering between siblings unfolded, he realized this was sometime after the last one he’d seen at the Sphere. The Banner Night memory where Rhy’s ex-lover had let himself into the man’s room and… Well, Llewellyn didn’t care to re-live that memory again. No. He was too busy being caught up in this one, getting the sense of Rhy’s pride for having come up with a plan for keeping Kell’s identity as this ‘Kamerov Loste’ secret, listening to the almost expected reaction from Kell at finding out the actor and Rhy had known one another before all this…

Not that it was a surprise. Llewellyn was quite aware that his husband had far more experience than he had. People had pasts, it was to be expected.

And then as the memory wound onward, and drew closer to a close… There was a sadness there, the two brothers clearly hurting for those they loved who’d left. It made his heart ache again, of course, to think of how much Rhy had hurt… And sadder still, to realize that both men had been trapped by circumstances… Wanting more. To be loved, to travel and to see more of the world together, even if it was unlikely for Rhy.

And then Kell was striding off, and the memory faded away and Llewellyn’s mind was left both empty and too full of chaotic, spiraling thoughts. Because, once again, he’d seen something that was personal to his husband without the man having a say… And again, as with many times where Llewellyn observed Rhy and his brother… It made him think of Hubert and Daniel…

One draw back to this situation compared to the sphere was that it was immediate and while he was with someone. He was often struck by them while alone at the Sphere, since they came through the network. It meant he’d had time to think of how to approach a subject, and it gave him time to process what he’d seen.

He didn’t have time to process, instead he was staring off into space and a low whine escaped as he uttered, “Hellfire, not this again.” He blinked to focus and try to turn to Rhy.

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"Yes," Rhy agreed, moving ahead, only to freeze when a pale pink crystal fell right against him from the sky. He hadn't meant to catch it, but... Well, instinct took over.

And he stumbled a step.

When his husband stumbled, Llewellyn ducked forward quickly to catch him and help him regain his balance, hand reaching out to take Rhy’s with a clumsy sound. He hadn’t realized that Rhy had caught another memory crystal, barely noting the faint pink glow of it in the man’s hand before he closed his hand around Rhy’s.

“Oh-” He felt his vision narrow a bit as the series of rather awkward moments between two familiar individuals flooded his mind.

Pretzel was left circling them on his leash, trying to figure out why they’d stopped again.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. Cute and awkward as the memory had been, it still made him feel a bit over-cluttered and distracted. “Er- you saw the same thing, I presume.”

"The cheerful miss Aerith trying to get something like a high five from some dour man?" Rhy asked, shaking his head. What a cute series of visions. "It seemed like he was not good at them."

“Yup.” He responded with a small nod. They had definitely seen the same thing. She really had tried so very hard to get a high five out of the man, and it had clearly taken some work... But she had struck him as the sort to keep trying. “That would be her bodyguard and odd-jobs-man, Cloud. I’ve met him... once?” Llewellyn rubbed the side of his face lightly as he tried to recall. But it had been so long ago now.

“He’s a very serious fellow...” Who could stand to loosen up, in Llewellyn’s opinion. But he grinned a little. “Seems that she managed at least one in the end.”

"She needs a bodyguard?" Rhy asked, shocked at that. Who was she, to be so important?

"Oh dear, he could use some cheering. Perhaps we should see if we can help."

“Mm… From some of our discussions while working at her garden shop, there is quite a lot going on in her world.” He responded with a small frown. Things she didn’t seem keen to really go into great detail on. For someone so cheerful and full of life, she seemed like she might be hiding some sadness that worried him. But… Time would tell.

But he grinned a little at Rhy’s words as he began guiding them forward again. Best not to linger in case more odd memories hit… “She seems quite intent on getting him to lighten up, but perhaps more encouragement from others might help.” And Rhy was, after all, very good at lightening things in Llewellyn’s opinion. Perhaps he was slightly biased, though… “She gave me a suggestion for a subject to ask him about, though I suspect that was for her amusement. Something called a place called the honeybee inn?”

"Oh dear, that sounds menacing," Rhy said with a frown. A world with 'a lot going on' was probably not a good thing.

"Why would someone need to make an inn for honeybees?"

"My thoughts exactly..." Llewellyn agreed, wishing he could say otherwise. It seemed like that was just... Normal for those plucked out of their worlds and dropped in another. So often something horrible and chaotic was happening, and they would have to go back to it eventually... Which always made him worry when people disappeared, beyond their reach, to offer help.

He tilted his head slightly at the question, "I've been wondering that myself?? I've um- known a beekeeper in my world, and he had these... little boxes for them to build hives in, but they weren't called inns. I don't know if it's the same thing or not, but I expect that's why she suggested I ask." She seemed to get that he was a curious sort that liked to learn... "Although, she had a particular... mischievous glint in her eye when she suggested it, so I expect it might be something more complicated."

At least they were both confused by the honeybees. It made no sense to make an inn for them. Surely they require permanent homes.

"Maybe he keeps bees and it went poorly?"

“I suppose that could be a possibility? Perhaps he did, what with her gardening skills.” Bees and flowers always went well together, after all.

He reached ahead a moment later to tug the door open to the red building. Time to get themselves in, out of this… crystal rain. “It is a rather odd mental image when I try to picture it.” Cloud all serious faced, in a beekeeper suit, trying to manage a bee-box and failing…

Bees and flowers did go together! It was nice to come up with that answer then.

Being at the shelter of the building was nice, and Llewellyn was happy to go in through the door with Pretzel close behind.

"Oh come now, is it just because the hat would crush that hair?"

Perhaps they had figured something out, or perhaps it was an odd coincidence. Regardless, Llewellyn felt some of the tensions leave him as they entered the building. Following Rhy in and closing the door behind them, he tugged off his hat and let out a relieved breath as he glanced at the door.

Though a small, amused laugh was startled out of him at the comment. “Well, yes, I confess that’s part of it. I’m... rather sure he must use a lot of hair product in the first place.” He mused to himself, before he continued. “And I just rather imagine him frowning at the bees rather severely through the mesh in his attempt.”

"Hair product?" Rhy asked. He didn't know what Llewellyn meant. The only product he knew was the sort of oil that he used to put in his curls to make them shine. But that wasn't something he'd ever had in the Sphere.

"Oh dear, what a severe expression he would have. One on par with my brother's I think."

“Oh- you know you’re right.” Llewellyn responded with a rise of his brow, considering the expressions Kell had worn in Rhy’s memory over the whole… Kamerov Loste thing.

Though, Llewellyn had rather noticed that about his husband’s hair. It was something he rather liked, in all honesty. Rhy’s hair was beautiful. He loved that it wasn’t constrained by products like those people favoured where he was from. “Mm… Pomade or wax, I presume?” He rubbed the side of his face lightly. “Makes it stay the way you want it to. In my world- or time, I suppose…? Most men use it to keep their hair rather neat and tidy looking.” Murdoch’s hair was always styled just so, neat and tidy.

Having curly hair himself, he… found it didn’t quite suit him. He’d tried, of course, because sometimes they looked a bit unkempt compared to standards expected, but it was a lot of work and he didn’t like the texture of the stuff. His eventual reasoning was that he kept it shorter on the sides and back… And he often had his hat on, anyway. It was fine… Even if sometimes they escaped the hat to rest on his forehead.

Rhy's curls were just part of his heritage, and he loved them. They made him look handsome, and he knew it.

"Neat and tidy is boring," Rhy dismissed. "And too much effort. Curls are so much more beautiful. Have you considered letting yours grow longer?"

“Mm… Far too much effort, and I don’t really like the texture of the stuff when you put it in.” He commented, “And yours are very lovely, dear.” He added with a soft smile, before he paused as his husband’s question settled properly in his mind.

“Mine…?” He pulled off his hat once they were in the apartment to set on the arm of a chair and rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully. “I never really considered it before, no… Style of my world and all that- seemed easier to keep my hair shorter than worry about product. I used to have them longer when I was small? Used to hang in my eyes a bit.” He smiled wryly, Mrs. Young had fussed over them once in a while at that age.

"It would be adorable in your eyes," Rhy answered with a grin, delight twinkling in his eyes. He moved to strip off his own cold weather gear and set it aside before coming to join his husband and drape his arms around his neck.

Llewellyn felt a small flush cross the smile tugging at his cheeks at Rhy’s words, noting the definite mischievous glint in his husband’s eyes. At the arms around his neck, he let his arms rest around the other’s hips to return the embrace before tugging him over to sit on the sofa with him. “Are you saying you’d like me to let it grow out a little, my love?” He asked, tone amused and an almost giggle edging into his words.

Not that it was hard. He was already in need of finding a barber in this city after the last few months.

"I don't think I'd mind seeing it longer. But it's about what you want, love," Rhy answered, happy to move to sit on his lover's lap.

Llewellyn was glad to draw him close, arms wrapped around Rhy’s waist and pulling him close to his chest. It was... comforting, honestly, after their encounters outside. He found he needed the moment more than he thought now that they were indoors. Something grounding while he tried to decide how to proceed.

And the light topic was enough to keep him occupied, for the moment. A small, amused chuckle leaving him at the response. “I’m not particularly attached to it, it’s more of a habit at this point.” Keeping up appearances in a way he hadn’t ever realized, and so had never really shaken like other things. “So! I’ll keep it in mind, perhaps, for you.” He smiled softly, “I like um- trying new things for you, my love.”

"I don't know," he returned, reaching up to get a lock of Llewellyn's hair between his fingers to give a gentle tug. "You seem very attached."

Llewellyn blinked at the light tug. Ah, he saw what his husband meant there. Poking Rhy in a gentle, playful manner in the side, he spoke. “Ha ha… Yes, I suppose I’m quite attached to the hair itself, but the style, my love, is something else entirely.” He pressed a small kiss to his cheek after that, “Besides, you know I’m um… happy to try new styles in general with your expert opinion, hm?”

"Your style is what you are, or who you are. Whether you change it or not should be your choice, not mine," Rhy countered. His desire shouldn't matter in this.

Still, he's intrigued by the idea of it.

"I mean, it is good for a Prince to look good, my love."

“Mm…” he hummed, it wasn’t like Rhy was wrong. “I confess, I’ve never been particularly sure what my style was, my love. I know I like colours and patterns… But I had really only begun trying to find what I liked over what was practical in my world before I arrived at the Sphere. And even then, it was still very constrained by what was acceptable in my time and place.”

The green plaid suit had been the first time he’d bought a suit that had more volume, unlike the understated brown or black. That had ended up with a hole in it too soon, admittedly. Even if he’d patched it. He’d thought to try things at the Sphere, but it had been… a busy place. The gift from Inesa had been as far as he’d gotten.

“So I suppose that’s why I’m keen to try when people suggest things, and why I like the idea of those suggestions coming from you.” He offered his husband a small smile. He liked the idea of looking nice to his husband.

"Well, I am known for my fashion skills," Rhy noted with a smile. "Yes, I think yo ucould look nice with longer hair my beloved."

And color. So much color.

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