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[ Llewellyn Watts-Maresh wasn’t entirely unused to the idea of his memories being shared with the world around him, but… He still not fond of the experience. Especially given there were now a lot of things that he’d rather not be seen, after his recent trip back to his own world.

Once the situation is brought to his attention, he will likely find his way home for the day for obvious reasons. ]

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(Note: I would be happy to add more/other options if people would like. There are a few that didn't get touched on last time that I saved, so feel free to poke me!)

The Final Curtain Content Warning: Discussions of a murder case (no details of the death, only that it happened while they consider how a suspect might have gotten on stage), and mentions of a sexual encounter without details, just that it happened - Note: This one is a video clip, probably one of the few full scenes you can find online lol.

The Breakup Content Warnings: Discussion of period typical homophobia and insults of the time - Note: This one is a written out version of events, because there is no clip of the whole breakup that I could find. - Wordcount: 1649

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[ The silence that passed seemed to stretch for a time, and the longer Rhy went without speaking, the more anxious Llewellyn got. That hadn’t even been all of it, after all.

But Rhy’s reaction was not unlike someone else’s to Jack’s behavior. It was somehow not surprising, but it gets a sad expression. ]

It felt like the right thing, and… It’s nice to know my first instinct wasn’t just me, but it was still an impulsive decision on my part. I should have thought more clearly before I acted… Charging the man for his crime would have meant a trial, and a trial would have put Jack under scrutiny, which would have been hard to disprove given he’d been under suspicion before.

[ What hurt more was not being given a chance to sort it out and fix it, of course, but it felt important to give his husband the whole picture. ]

He did… change his mind again, months later.

Change his mind? He wanted you to pursue the charges at that point?

[Because there was no way that the man was ever going to be so foolish as to try and seduce Llewellyn again. That would piss Rhy off to no end, and he wouldn't be happy to hear his husband so poorly treated.]

[ Ah, Rhy. If only Llewellyn could say something other than what would upset him further… Instead, the detective shook his head. ]

I um… No, the time for that had long passed… It had been months, after all. It was that he wanted to start seeing each other again.

[ On the side, deciding most everything about what they could do or when they would see one another. His wife hadn’t liked it but had allowed it, especially since Jack always ran back to her and the baby every time. ]

[No, he doesn't like hearing that. Rhy's on his feet and pacing.]

I hate your world, Llewellyn. It sounds too much like what Alucard's family life was like. Abusive for no damn reason.

[ Llewellyn watches his husband begin to pace, the frown on his face deepening slightly. He isn’t fond of his world either for a myriad of reasons, and he hates that he has to share it. ]

I can’t say that I disagree… But it is how things are there, at least for now. I’ve been told some things get better, but… [ Not in his time, even if he lived to be an old man, it would only just be starting towards change. ] Not for some time… Right now it’s either change and conform to the expectations of society or… [ He doesn’t even know how to go into that. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he continued. ] Jack simply wanted to try to have both a ‘normal’ life and our relationship. A lot of people turn to that, try to live a lie… Even that didn’t work either, though.

There is nothing abnormal about our life together, about who you are.

[Rhy is absolutely not impressed by this man's decisions.]

May you never go home, ever. This should be our home for the rest of our lives. Our place of joy.

I know being here makes that so very clear, my love. [ And it had been a relief upon returning, even as he adjusted again. His world had driven him to doubt himself. To almost- well, for a time he had, let the views of others push him. ] I would certainly be happiest to stay here, to not return to that place again. It’s… I don’t think I can say I think of it as my home anymore, haven’t for a while… My home is here.

Yes, it is.

[Rhy smiles. He could never bring himself to go to Llewellyn's world after all. If they went home, he'd want to go to his own. But he didn't want to be home when he could have Llewellyn here, safely.]

[ Truthfully Llewellyn would never want Rhy to see his world either. There were too many reasons why it would be a terrible place for his husband. He wouldn’t be safe, and the detective couldn’t bear the thought of him having to live in such a place. ]

I’m glad for it… and for you, my love.

[Rhy hesitated before reaching for Llewellyn. He needs to embrace the man.]

Let me do my best to comfort you, love.

[ Llewellyn notices the other’s slight hesitation, but reaches back once Rhy moves forward. He would never turn his husband’s arms away, and it was a welcome gesture. To be close, to feel wanted and accepted after such a stark reminder of what was waiting for him in his world. ]

You are already the greatest comfort, Rhy…

I am glad to hear it. Because I need you comforted. You experienced something traumatic.

[ Llewellyn lets out a small breath at that. It is not something he liked to think about. There had been so much of it over the years, but it was hard to deny that it had almost been one thing after another more recently. ]

Then… Perhaps we can find a more comfortable place to relax together. [ The kitchen table was hardly the place, and Rhy had been pacing long enough. ] You, me, and our Pretzel.

A more comfortable place, was it?

[Well, he supposes he can allow that. He nods and looks around.]

You need to eat though, so not bed.

[ Llewellyn had to smile a little at that, finally. ]

Certainly not the bed, as comfortable as that would be. I would hate to make a mess. [ Gathering things together, he considered the options. ] How about we curl up on the sofa together while we eat and relax?

Alright. Go lay down. I'll bring some food.

You are too kind to me, dear. I’ll be waiting for you.

[ He responded with a soft smile and a final hug before he drew away from his husband’s arms and moved to the other room. ]

(ooc: should we wrap soon?)

Not kind. Worried and loving. Now go. Quickly. You need to cuddle our sweet boy while I make you warmed wine and reheat some of the bird I roasted a few days back.

Alright, my love. That sounds perfect. [ He turned to lead Pretzel into the next room. Smiling a little at the gentle urging from his husband. ] But we’ll be waiting for you to join us soon.

[ And with that, he moved to the next room to get himself and Pretzel situated on the sofa, leaving room for Rhy to join them when he was ready. ]

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