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gadaboutdetective) wrote in 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.
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.
( I can also do personalized starters if you want! just let me know either on Discord: WhimsicalSpook#8219 or Plurk:
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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"Maybe. I have a friend who would say that." Rachel would definitely be on the side of pushing people to do the impossible because you never really knew. Ivy of course with her more cynical nature (and own personal history with what her future was destined to hold) didn't subscribe to that. But....she could act like she did for a friend if it offered him some comfort. "I'm sure we'd have all thought a world like this one and the last was impossible. But here we are." So, maybe anything at all was possible. Did it click in her mind that it might mean her situation might not be so impossible? Nope. Not in the slightest.
"That's my suggestion. It looks better on me anyway. I give off the sultry mysterious lure. You just give off," she gestured up and down with an elegant flick of her wrists. "This. It definitely doesn't suit you."
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That was probably true, though… Both this world and the last were far outside the realm of what Llewellyn would have thought possible back in his own world. Both were so very different in more ways than he could describe, even if not all of them were good (but the ways that were good counted more). “I suppose in that case, you and your friend both may be correct. Perhaps neither of us would be so wrong to entertain thoughts of things that seem impossible now, hm?”
Llewellyn’s brow arched rather comically at the vague reference to how much this particular ‘look’ did not suit him in comparison to her. “I feel almost as though that could be taken as an insult, but give you’re a friend. I will instead take it as advice and an um… kind honesty on your part.” He shook his head with a wry sounding chuckle. “Alright… I suppose I could stand to not… languish here in drink simply because it’s easy given how uh- not great the look is.” It’s an attempt at being humorous, but it’s also an acceptance of the truth, really.
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"Just never tell her that if you ever meet her." It'd go to her head to have someone tell her she was right. Not that she thought that'd ever happen. After this long away from home she almost felt like she'd never see any of them again and she wasn't entirely sure if that was a bad thing. She let out a sigh at his last comment though and rolled her eyes. "Maybe not." That was the best he was going to get from her.
Surprisingly she actually laughed at his comment, a throaty strange laugh that was accompanied by a shake of her head. "Generous of you to take it that way." It hadn't really even occured to her just how insulting it could have been, but that wasn't that surprising. "Probably the best choice. The only other one I could think of is allowing me to get you a wardrobe that fits the mood you're projecting better. How do you feel about leather?"
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The request gets a quick nod. “Of course. You have my word that she won’t here it from me- er… Provided I remember saying I wouldn’t tell her.” He added with an awkward little shrug. Llewellyn knew he forgot things sometimes, even without factoring his excessive drinking. Still, it was as good a promise as he could give, and he did try to be true to his word as a rule.
Finishing off the drink and snagging his hat, he pushed himself up from the chair. Surprisingly steady, all things considered. Though the detective did pause at the very idea that he try wearing leather to ‘fit the mood’, he was projecting a little better like she did. “Mm… Having seen modern fashion some, I’m not sure that leather would suit me particularly well.” He commented with a comically awkward expression, thinking to some things he’d seen since leaving his era behind. “I think I should leave the wearing of leather to those who can, uh- pull it off better than I would.”
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"You should get back to your husband, I bet he's missing you right now."
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But, hey, he had made a promise to himself to try new things once… and that shouldn’t be forgotten entirely.
Ivy was right, though. He needed to get back to his husband and to stop wallowing. It was probably worrying behavior for his husband to deal with… So he nodded with a small attempt at a smile. “Of course, you’re right about that as well, I imagine… But um… Thank you, Ivy.” For the conversation, and for perhaps helping him to start to get his head on straight again. “I’ll see you around, I expect. Good evening.” He added, before he finally put the bar and the evening behind him.