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Audio | UN: Maresh

[No video this time. Perhaps that is a message in and of itself from the charismatic member of the council. But his voice carries enough weight as it is. Melancholy and... pensive. Like something is missing.]

This time of the year isn't what it should be. I do not know how to put it, not truly.

In London, my London, we'd be preparing the most fabulous balls. A series of them, using all the ballrooms. One for the nobility and wealthy. One open for the people to see the palace and meet their King and Queen. Another for the sheer joy and celebration for the palace staff. They would be under the stars, and wine would flow and there would be ice sculptures such as only the greatest water mages could make.

[Wistful. Yes, that's what he is. He misses those better days. Misses when his days were simpler, and his responsibilities were light, or non-existent.]

But that is not to be I suppose.

So perhaps I need to think less upon those festivities I shall miss and learn more of what others would have. Tell me, how did your people bring in a new year?

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According to the book I was reading, yes. They’re wrinkly anvils once they’re full grown.

[Pretzel would be disappointed, but it would be for the best in the future.

Smiling a little, Llewellyn looked at his glass thoughtfully. He’d hate to disappoint either of them, honestly.]

I’m not sure I could either, outside of an emergency. So it’s for the best if he learns to walk, at least?

Mm... I’m sure you can find other ways to spoil him though!

Wrinkly anvils.

[He laughs and sips once more at his wine. What a little image to consider. But spoiling the pup will have to change.]

Then I'll just give him treats.

[Llewellyn smiles a little, he settled more comfortably next to Rhy.]

I’m sure he’ll find that to be an agreeable alternative, dearest.

[Taking another drink, he continued a moment later.]

Food is an excellent way to win his affections from what I’ve seen, and you already have his, so I can imagine you’ll continue to be his favourite even without being carried around.

Well, I figure if he's precious to you, if I become precious to him, you can't turn me away.

[He finishes his wine and leans forward to get the bottle to refill it.]

[Llewellyn can’t help but tilt his head a little at that logic, a small smile crossing his face.]

Sounds like you have a rather solid plan, dear.

[He noticed Rhy’s intent and reached forward first, picking up the bottle lightly to refill the glass for him. Happy to be attentive, after all.]

Mm... There is one thing, though... I don’t think I could ever have it in me to turn you away.

[No, he was more confident in the idea that Rhy might one day decide to turn him away instead.]

Oh, you might. You might grow bored. It has happened before. I have fulfilled the fantasies and desires of another, and watched them leave.

[Alucard had left his marks on Rhy's heart, and they were hard to fight.]

[Llewellyn stared at Rhy for a moment, something unreadable in his expression. Sympathetic? An understanding of that fear? Not... not the same exactly, but... He took a long sip of wine, trying to work out his thoughts on the matter. How to get his point across without being mistaken... He’d watched too many people walk away in his life, or send him away, to even dream of doing that to another.]

You mean destroy the best thing I’ve ever known, all because of boredom? Wouldn’t it be better to simply talk and find new exciting endeavours to embark on together than walk away alone?

[Another sip, a small frown. The very idea made his heart ache...]

Besides... maybe a little boredom isn’t so bad once in a while. I could say my life has seen too much excitement, too much chaos over the years.

[He finally smiled a little, shrugging.]

And there’s something to be said for the quiet comfort of routine. Of sitting quietly next to the one you love, knowing they’re there. That you're both home and not alone...

[Well, that's interesting thing to be told? The best thing? Was that really what Rhy was? Oh what a feelign to have, his heart racing. Unable to think of something to say immediately, he instead takes a long drink again. It distracts him.]

You say such amazing things, my love. It makes my heart race in ways I thought I couldn't feel anymore.

[It might have sounded unbelievable, some might have suggested it a line... But Llewellyn tended to be the honest sort, only lying about very specific things. Given what he’d known in his life, Rhy had truly been more than he could have ever expected.

His expression still so hopeful at the idea that he could make Rhy feel such a way, he responded in a quiet tone.]

I only say what I know to be true, Rhy. When I think or feel things so strongly, they must be expressed.

[Even if admitting it was a little frightening in its own way, as if doing so was inviting disaster.]

[It was a bit frightening to him too. But Rhy sipped again and set the glass aside.]

What I know to be true is that you hold my heart, my dear. And that fills me with joy.

[A statement that isn’t taken lightly, not at all... Llewellyn had known for a while his own mind, his own feelings. Where his heart was, but he wouldn’t have guessed that Rhy felt so deeply as well. Not because the man hadn’t shown it to him, so much as is own feelings of inadequacy getting in the way.]

That you trust me to hold it, despite my general clumsiness... [He takes another drink, smiling a little at the idea.] I promise to keep it close, to cherish it, my love.

[He puts his glass down, to take a moment to top off the glasses as he gathered his own thoughts.]

I confess, nothing would make me happier than to know I could make sure you and your heart remain full of such joy. Mm... to make you happy.

[Fact that Llewellyn didn't know? Rhy had been pregaming just a little. That, with the wine and the words...]

Oh, you could make very sure my love. You could bind yourself to me, and I to you. We could be wedded.

[Well there you have it.]

[Llewellyn opened his mouth to respond, but his brain ground to a halt... Or perhaps it had derailed entirely, if the shifting expression on his face were anything to go by.

He was taken by surprise, after all. The surprise gave way to panic and finally settled somewhere between fear and awe.]

What...?

[Eloquent. Definitely a smooth response to a surprise proposal.

And it wasn’t even that he didn’t like the idea, it was more that given his world was the way it was... Llewellyn had given up on the idea of marriage or building a comfortable life with someone. It seemed so far beyond his reach... Thinking about something he couldn’t have hurt, and so he generally didn’t.]

My love— Rhy... Did—

[He glanced at the bottle of wine, absently wondering if this was purely born of too much drink. It had to be, right? Llewellyn was, after all, himself. Who would want him quite like that?]

Did you just ask me...? You know what you just asked me, right?

[Llewellyn was cautious after all, he needed to know. Needed the confirmation that he hadn’t miss heard (not that he could, Llewellyn was incredibly functional when drunk considering he’d solved two cases while under the influence as embarrassing as that was) what Rhy had asked him.]

[Rhy was not known for making good decisions when drinking. In fact, he was very much known for making bad ones. But this one? This one felt right. And his heart ached for it. So he moved forward to kiss his love.]

I think you'd look good in crimson and gold, my dear.

[Llewellyn’s mind whirled, for all he wished for once it would slow. Kissing back, soft and with longing that this could be real.]

You mean other than my face when you make me blush...?

[Comes out first, a random thought that flitted about as he tried to squash some of the anxiety and hope fluttering in his heart. His eye’s searching Rhy’s face, looking for any hints of doubt there.]

You... You mean it, don’t you... You could actually want me like that, even knowing I’m... me?

It is you I wish, darling.

[Rhy smiles and slips from the couch, to instead lower himself to his knees.]

Is it a bad idea? Can you argue against it?

[Llewellyn swallowed, his eyes stinging lightly as he was so prone to feeling things so strongly. His emotions always got the better of him, and here he was watching as the man he loved got down to his knees before him... Because he wanted him. To marry him... and Llewellyn could actually say yes. Here, it wasn’t beyond his grasp.]

I... No. No, I can’t argue against it, my dearest... I’m not sure there’s anything I could want more. To be able to be yours, to be your husband.

[His hand, lightly shaking, moved to cup Rhy’s cheek with a look that could only be described as adoration.]

[Well, that's a happy bit of news, isn't it? Rhy is grinning at his partner. How tonight has happened, he does not know, but he's happy anyway. He grins and rises to kiss the other man.]

Then you will?

[Even Rhy is a bit shocked that he asked.]

[Llewellyn leaned forward to kiss Rhy back once, before he drew away with a pleasant flush on his face. Still so nervous, but so very hopeful.]

Yes, yes, I will! I love you, Rhy. If you want me, then I’m yours, truly.

[And he moved forward to kiss Rhy again, a strange lightness warring with the race of his heart. He was wanted; he was loved, and he couldn’t have been happier that it be from the man he loved. It was frightening and exhilarating...]

[Well then. Rhy raises to his feet, pulling his beloved with him. He hopes Llewellyn doesn't mind being kissed. Quite firmly.]

And I yours.

Oh... [He hummed to hear that, it warms him so much. Lights up his expression considerably considering the nerves and anxiety that had been there before.] I don’t know if I’ve ever heard something that’s made me happier.

[He smiled, letting Rhy draw him to his feet and wrapped his arms around the other man. He’s more than happy to be kissed firmly, and to return it just as passionately. After all, it was wonderful to feel so grounded in what was probably the best moment he could have ever imagined. That he hadn’t realized how much he wanted before now...]

[Rhy kisses him and then scoops Llewellyn into his arms. Scoops him up and spins him around. And if Pretzel is barking in envy, Rhy doesn't care.]

I love you.

[The sudden motion startles a laugh out of him, clinging on instinctively.

And yes, absently noting an excited barking at the excitement that the pup certainly didn’t understand.]

And I love you, Rhy. [he laughs softly, still beaming.] More than I can express with mere words.

Edited 2021-01-13 01:25 (UTC)

You will not need words, my beloved. Save the few you have already given.

[He smiles, happy to curl the man into his arms.]

You’re so kind to me, dearest... I’m grateful that you offered me the chance to give them.

[He shook his head a little, before embracing Rhy tight, tucking his face into the crook of his neck for a moment. Just needing time to gather himself, as silly as it might seem. Llewellyn had found himself just a little lost in the overwhelming feeling of love and affection for the other. Of realizing how wanted he was in return and how lucky he could be to have gotten to know Rhy. A man so sweet, and so very patient with him...]

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They’re so soft and I love it

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