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Llewellyn Watts ([personal profile] gadaboutdetective) wrote in [community profile] aterat2022-05-12 05:45 pm

The detective gives that trip 0/10. Would not visit again

Who; Llewellyn and people
What; 2 Open logs and 1 closed
Where; Assorted
When; All through May
Warnings; Alcohol for a start. I will update accordingly depending on what gets discussed. Update: Brief mention of homophobia and unfair laws of the era in Ignis' thread, discussion of a murder case in thread with Ivy.

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Finding his way home. - Closed to Rhy

It was late in the evening and footsteps were echoing through the sewers of of the city. Steps unsteady and a little staggered as the man exited the tunnels with a distracted look on his face.

He doesn’t really look particularly different how how he did a week ago when he disappeared. His gaze lightly unfocused as he walked almost on autopilot, his mind a whirl. Less a flock of starlings as he was prone to describing it and more of a tornado, and his emotions running rampant.

There was so much in his head now, too much. It was scrambling to sort what seemed like two very different lives. Almost two years away from home, between the Sphere and this world… And nearly that long suddenly stuffed in his head from his own world, much of it far less pleasant in some ways than the two years he’d come to know away from it.

Leaning against a lamppost, Llewellyn took a deep breath and then another as his eyes finally focused on the world around him. He was back, back in the world he’d come to think of as his home… And after having been back in his world? It had only cemented that feeling, regardless of how powerless and ill prepared he felt when it came to some of the things that happened here… It was better than the gnawing pain and repeated cycle of loss that he felt trapped in.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry in frustration or relief as he stared at the quiet evening around him. Frustration for what he’d gone back to with no memories of this place, or in pure relief for being here again. Regardless, a few stray tears escaped anyway, though he’d deny it if asked.

… He’d deny a few things if asked, honestly.

“I need a drink…” He muttered, wishing to quiet his over-loud, racing thoughts just a little. It had practically been a part of his schedule over the last few months… Drink to quiet the thoughts, drink to numb the feelings that you wish you didn’t have, drink to forget how once again you were alone.

Then, absently, a particular thought rattled into place. Here he wasn’t alone. He had someone waiting for him.

Rhy.

The name comes to the forefront of his mind, and his heart suddenly ached for a different reason. How long had he been gone for? He’d promised not to leave the man, promised to stay by his husband’s side and not leave him to feel so very alone again…

The drink is forgotten for now, and Llewellyn turns in another direction, the correct direction. He wavers on his path once in a while, if only because worry had begun worming its way into his head. Worries of what to say to his husband, worries about what the man would think if he heard some of the last two years. Fear of disappointment, or judgement, or...

Llewellyn squinted at the door before him, the stained glass rose window glowing lightly with light from within. He had made it back without realizing it, so caught up in his own head again.

At first, he almost does the absurd thing, and knocks. Instead, having a small sensible thought break through the confusion, he pulls out his key and lets himself in.

It's an odd feeling as he wandered into the entry hall. Relief sinking in, the wonder of 'this is my home, it's safe here' catches a hold of him lightly. It's not the slightly lonely boarding house room, dim and empty aside from a few personal belongings, wine, and case notes. It's warm, bright, inviting, vibrantly full of life.

There's just one thing left... He wants- needs to see Rhy. Despite the vague anxiety of what on earth he might say, and the fear of how long he might have been gone lingering... He needs to see him. "Rhy?" He spoke as he began moving from one room to another in hopes of searching.

His voice doesn't sound as strong or confident as he'd like, he notes. He needs to fix that when does see his husband.

But it's a start.


Business as usual. - Gullwings or Aerith's shop ~ OTA if anyone wants to try to catch his attention when he's hiding in his work

If there was anything that would never change about Llewellyn, it was his proclivity for choosing avoidance of issues in favor of work. Why dwell and talk about the things in your head when you could be focusing on being productive and useful.

There were plenty of things that needed his attention, after all. There was work to be done at the Gullwings offices. He was a week behind on the smaller cases he'd taken on around the city, and hey- wouldn't it be nice if he tidied his desk a little? Adjust the tornado so it looked a little more...

Well, not better, but as though it had moved around a bit? Maybe a little more centralized on his desk instead of overflowing onto other people's spaces?

Plus, he noted with some confusion, he needed to tidy up the many odd little flowers that had been left on his desk. Llewellyn certainly didn't remember putting them there, and their presence puzzled him some...

Yes, anyone who walked in on seeing him organizing was probably going to wonder if they were hallucinating.


Then there was the flower shop. The detective knew he had time to make up for there, having left Aerith to take care of things by herself so rudely.

They were into the time of year where flowers were blooming and just waiting to be gathered to arrange in vases or baskets. So it wouldn't hurt to give the plants a little extra attention, would it? Especially since she'd allowed him to leave some of his starters to transfer at a later date.

Really, between arrangements waiting to be put together and flowers needing care, there was plenty for him to help with to make up for his absence!

Whether it was the office or the garden shop, there was nothing wrong with putting in a little more time here and there! And it gave him time to catch up with and check on people, which was still a priority at the end of the day.


I'll have that drink now. - The Tavern ~ OTA But warning for excessive drinking

Llewellyn was... adjusting.

Yeah, let's go with that. It sounded better than anything he could come up with. He really just needed time, he was sure. Time to finish sorting all the new thoughts and experiences into their little boxes on a shelf in his mind. Once that was done, he would lose the vague amounts of distraction and the questions of if he was listening or if something was off would stop.

He could do without those, really. He was fine. One hundred percent okay. Just adjusting. Just processing almost two years' worth of information.

Just trying to shake off the paranoia and anxiety that's still lingering from being in my own world. He let out a long breath while he waited for the tavern-keeper to bring him another drink.

Since it was just him and his thoughts? He could admit to himself that... There were some things that were less than fine.

He was tired of looking over his shoulder every time he was with Rhy, worried about some unknown seeing them and bringing danger down on their heads for just walking.

Tired of wondering when he was going to mess things up here, too. Both his personal life and professional life had... developed quite a track record. An annoying voice in the back of his mind kept musing that it might only be a matter of time before the rug got pulled out from under him.

And he was damn tired of the vague, lowered faith in the people around him. Expecting someone to spout some idiocy or opinion that would hurt someone who didn't deserve to be hurt, or even some slight against him when he didn't agree with them.

What happened to the progress he'd made? What happened to the glass being half full instead of half empty?

Another glass of something amber in colour was set in front of him, and idly he mused, 'There's a full glass.' As he pulled it towards him, hoping it might quiet his mind some while he passed some time before going home.
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[personal profile] faithfulsupport 2022-06-07 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"It rather does take time." Ignis agreed, sipping on his Cider. He and Nida were still working on the house and somehow he didn't think that they would ever get done. But what they had was pretty nice and that was worth it. "I'm sure given enough time you'll have quite a lovely home."

He had a lot of faith in Llewellyn.

Green eyes got slightly wide at hearing the description of what must be an exquisite piece of furniture. His mind ran through what it must look like and then of course his frugal mind was trying to think of how much a piece like that must cost. Naturally Ignis wasn't about to even think to ask that sort of rude and uncalled for line of questioning.

"Very clever of you to get that in without him being home." Ignis smiled approvingly. That was something he would do too. "But that is quite the thoughtful gift. I'm sure he loved it."
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[personal profile] faithfulsupport 2022-06-11 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ignis nodded helpfully. "Working on a project and seeing it come to fruition is a most wonderful endeavour indeed." And it really did work that way in his own mind. Even working on something and simply seeing his husband's reaction to something worked wonders in his own eyes.

Hearing that Llewellyn had forgotten the sheets and curtains gave the detective a downright good chuckle. "Well that must've been quite the helpful thing. It's wonderful that she was thoughtful enough to send those very needed items to complete the gift."

Really sometimes the kindness of people here startled him and had the usually very eloquent man at a loss for words. Still he was always appreciative even if sometimes he got tongue tied at the goodness of people's hearts here.

"I'm glad to hear it was such a well received gift." Ignis smiled, taking another sip of his cider. And if Ignis could hear those thoughts, he did the same thing with Nida, somehow unsure as to how he got someone so devoted and thoughtful and unsure how to 'repay' that so to speak.
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[personal profile] faithfulsupport 2022-06-15 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ignis laughed good naturedly at hearing how Llewellyn didn't do a good job with the sheets. "One has to start at some point." And that of course meant the whole house set up and all of that. It was really great to hear how he was starting the process of his own home, considering that the detective had been more than generous with his own time.

And there was always a learning curve of sorts.

Nodding sagely to his companion, the waitress came upon them and he ordered another drink round. So he himself would have more apple cider while Llewellyn could keep drinking if he wanted to.

"It sounds as if you did a wonderful job."
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[personal profile] faithfulsupport 2022-06-17 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He just smiled. "So how much more of the house needs done? And is the garden planted?" Here Ignis was just being friendly and conversational. So he decided to sit and ask questions since Llewellyn seemed to be needing more help. More drinks were all well and good, but he would definitely remain here at his friend's side and be willing to get a chocobo chariot or something.

"You're quite welcome, it's always rather exciting to hear how other receive gifts. They're all a rather sort of fun shopping for them and a downright joy to see them well loved."

This was true for most of the gifts he got for Nida even if at times it was a little nerve wracking.
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[personal profile] faithfulsupport 2022-06-20 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ignis listened and nursed his new glass of Apple Cider. And as he listened, he mentally went through the repairs he still needed to do in his own home with Nida. "If you need help, I can certainly aid you or I can send someone to help you, which I would pay for." Ignis added quickly. It simply wouldn't do to send someone out there and then expect the detective or his husband to pay for something that was his own ideas.

No no no no no. Absolutely not.

The offer to help for the garden was then put out, and the advisor didn't want to seem to be a pest. But he did want to help, and if it was a matter of needing an extra set of hands around, he could do it. A house was an excellent thing to build on from the ground up so to speak and Llewellyn had been a treasure trove full of ideas for when Ignis was just getting started. So this was a repayment of sorts. Even if it wasn't, he'd still try and help.

He smiled at the detective's words. "There are amazingly talented artists here and some of them have set up shops around the market which makes it easier to look at things to purchase all in one spot. I do wonder if when the weather gets cooler, if there'll be more to come."
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[personal profile] faithfulsupport 2022-06-22 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright." Ignis replied with a nod. It was important to at least offer and that was precisely what he did. He was just trying to help after all. He wouldn't push either and if the detective changed his mind or if his husband approached on the offer, he would be open. Otherwise he would definitely leave well enough alone and let it be.

Right now he was more focused on keeping Llewellyn safe anyway.

But at the reply regarding the shops, well that was one of Ignis' favourite things. He loved to cook with pumpkin and apples in the autumn, and there were so many flavours he could try on his unsuspecting staff and customers that it was a sort of fun game for him. Of course bringing home seasonable treats was a thing he was known for and his husband always seemed to happily be on the receiving end of them.

And Autumn now meant his anniversary of course. And Ignis had slowly started working on plans for that.

"Kind of like this world seems to be growing, collecting new people to show." That was accompanied with a sip of cider.