Llewellyn Watts (
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.

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"My dear, I think these boxes are also meant to be the pots. They are lovely enough things I suppose."
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Setting it down, he offered Rhy one of the pairs of gardening gloves. “Here you are, put these on and we’ll mm… see how this goes.”
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And it would make someone feel uncomfortable if they put more thought into it. Rhy didn't bother thining too hard about it.
"Thank you," he says, taking the gloves and pulling them on.
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“You’re welcome, dear. Now… It’s a bit unfortunate that we don’t know what kind of plant these are for, but we can see what happens. If nothing happens over time, I suppose we can assume that we need to make a change.” He mused, pulling on his own gloves and digging a small hole into the earth of one of the boxes.
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"And do they need a place to live other than the table?"
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"Seeds can drown? I was not aware of that," he notes.
Then he smiles.
"How about the bedroom window?"
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The bedroom? Yes, Llewellyn things that would work nicely. It would be easy to keep an eye on them as well, and if it seemed like they would grow into something rather large, they could move them out to the balcony. “That should do. Would you clear a space for them and I’ll move them?” He would also pop down to get something they could use to water them now and again.
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Then he looks to his husband, pulling Llewellyn into his arms. "I've never grown something."
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"Perhaps. It would be nice to know."
He frowns, lost briefly in thought.
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“Is there something on your mind, dear?” He asked quietly, tilting his head questioningly as he waited to see if the other returned from wherever his thoughts had carried him.
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Not to mention just liking to be near his husband.
"We'll have to see if Pretzel wants under or over it."
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Disappearing to the closet, he reached up on the shelves to retrieve the quilt so he could get that arranged for when Rhy was ready.
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Wrap here?
Sure!