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gadaboutdetective) wrote in aterat2023-09-21 07:34 pm
A quiet afternoon and surprise packages
Who; Llewellyn & Rhy
What; Closed Log
Where; Their house
When; Sometime in September, I’m late
Warnings; None but will update if necessary
It was a quiet, almost cozy afternoon for one household in the neighborhood just off the main streets of the market district. The warm, bright afternoon sun filtered in through the windows that had been left open in favor of the light breeze for fresh air now that the dreadful foggy weather had cleared away. The summer slowly giving way to the approaching fall season that seemed to signal the change around the market as much as the weather was. The fall drinks, and food, and seasonal items seemed to be everywhere. Llewellyn didn’t find that he minded.
He’d always enjoyed pumpkin pie, so the assorted pumpkin spiced items were definitely intriguing. Which was why he’d brought both him and his husband something home from the café on his way back from work early. Something to sip on and see what they thought as they relaxed and enjoyed one another’s company on one of the afternoons they found themselves free on the same day. Something the detective had come to appreciate and cherish, especially as he knew that the busy season was incoming for his husband. Fall and winter clothing lines would be, he expected, in high demand.
So, the afternoon found them comfortably curled up on the sofa in the library, enjoying the peace and whatever book or project they had on the go in one another’s company. Drinks set on the end tables on either side, and a companionable silence occasionally interrupted by relaxed musings.
Stifling a little yawn, Llewellyn stretched slightly, avoiding the mug on the side table before marking the page of the book in his hand. Eyes drifting to see how Rhy was, he chuckled softly. “Mm… I can’t think of a more comfortable way to spend an afternoon. Though I fear if I find myself much more comfortable, I’ll be napping on you.”
Not that he thought his husband would complain. A little nap here wasn’t a bad thing. Though, unbeknownst to Llewellyn, the quiet would probably be broken soon, as a delivery was incoming as someone walked up the sidewalk towards their home. Undoubtedly, the barking doorbell (Pretzel) would alert them to it soon.
What; Closed Log
Where; Their house
When; Sometime in September, I’m late
Warnings; None but will update if necessary
It was a quiet, almost cozy afternoon for one household in the neighborhood just off the main streets of the market district. The warm, bright afternoon sun filtered in through the windows that had been left open in favor of the light breeze for fresh air now that the dreadful foggy weather had cleared away. The summer slowly giving way to the approaching fall season that seemed to signal the change around the market as much as the weather was. The fall drinks, and food, and seasonal items seemed to be everywhere. Llewellyn didn’t find that he minded.
He’d always enjoyed pumpkin pie, so the assorted pumpkin spiced items were definitely intriguing. Which was why he’d brought both him and his husband something home from the café on his way back from work early. Something to sip on and see what they thought as they relaxed and enjoyed one another’s company on one of the afternoons they found themselves free on the same day. Something the detective had come to appreciate and cherish, especially as he knew that the busy season was incoming for his husband. Fall and winter clothing lines would be, he expected, in high demand.
So, the afternoon found them comfortably curled up on the sofa in the library, enjoying the peace and whatever book or project they had on the go in one another’s company. Drinks set on the end tables on either side, and a companionable silence occasionally interrupted by relaxed musings.
Stifling a little yawn, Llewellyn stretched slightly, avoiding the mug on the side table before marking the page of the book in his hand. Eyes drifting to see how Rhy was, he chuckled softly. “Mm… I can’t think of a more comfortable way to spend an afternoon. Though I fear if I find myself much more comfortable, I’ll be napping on you.”
Not that he thought his husband would complain. A little nap here wasn’t a bad thing. Though, unbeknownst to Llewellyn, the quiet would probably be broken soon, as a delivery was incoming as someone walked up the sidewalk towards their home. Undoubtedly, the barking doorbell (Pretzel) would alert them to it soon.