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[The thing about Llewellyn was the fact that he had a habit of fidgeting and fussing. Specifically with his face, rubbing his cheek or behind his ear. Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t be a problem, but having a device that controlled your connection to a communication network implanted behind your ear made it a problem.
The fact that this hadn’t happened before was honestly a rather large stroke of luck, but that luck had inevitably run out.
The feed opens and there’s the sound of clinking plates as Llewellyn was dishing up some dinner, food he’d picked up at the market to share with his fiancé. He looks entirely relaxed for once, no hunched shoulders or furrowed brow. Just a genuine smile as he chatted softly with the man sitting across the table from him. Pretzel could be heard wandering under the table of the dome the three of them had just moved into, little claws clicking as he hoped for some attention and table scraps.]
What are they like where you’re from? [A pause as he realized he might need to specify, his penchant for just saying things without prior reference.] Mm... Weddings, I mean. Are there any special traditions that you would like?
I’m rather fond of the tradition of cake from my world, the whole uh— reception with dinner and dancing is nice.
[Never mind the fact that Llewellyn didn’t know how to dance, and would address that anxiety at a later date.]
Oh my love.
[Rhy's voice has an amused edge to it, and he quite enjoys all of this planning they're starting with.]
Truth be told, I do not know the common traditions of Arnes. I'm a King, my beloved. My wedding at home would be a state affair. Balls leading up to it, parades, large meetings of the court. You'd be wrapped in your family colors until the day we were wedded, whereupon you'd be draped in the red and gold.
[He laughs, still pleased.]
Cake, absolutely. Dancing of course. But mostly, we should have food. Good food. And music.
[If there was one thing he appreciated about Rhy, it was the fact that the man understood the importance of good food as much as he did.]
Then cake and good food will be a must, I do wonder if they can make pretzels fancy...? [That’s said with a distracted tone. What? Pretzels are important!] I would say music certainly is a must too, if there’s going to be dancing...!
And I’m sure I can probably manage to find something nice to wear in the appropriate colours, dear.
[After all, he likes to dress up and Rhy had mentioned wanting to see him in red and gold before... Yes, he liked that idea. Absentmindedly he rubbed behind his ear again with a ridiculously pleased expression, and the feed abruptly cut off.
About five minutes later, the men find themselves being bombarded by messages and well-wishes. Llewellyn offering his husband to be a very apologetic, very awkward little smile.]
Ah... I seem to have uh- shared our discussion publicly... Oops?
Full post with threads linked here
The fact that this hadn’t happened before was honestly a rather large stroke of luck, but that luck had inevitably run out.
The feed opens and there’s the sound of clinking plates as Llewellyn was dishing up some dinner, food he’d picked up at the market to share with his fiancé. He looks entirely relaxed for once, no hunched shoulders or furrowed brow. Just a genuine smile as he chatted softly with the man sitting across the table from him. Pretzel could be heard wandering under the table of the dome the three of them had just moved into, little claws clicking as he hoped for some attention and table scraps.]
What are they like where you’re from? [A pause as he realized he might need to specify, his penchant for just saying things without prior reference.] Mm... Weddings, I mean. Are there any special traditions that you would like?
I’m rather fond of the tradition of cake from my world, the whole uh— reception with dinner and dancing is nice.
[Never mind the fact that Llewellyn didn’t know how to dance, and would address that anxiety at a later date.]
Oh my love.
[Rhy's voice has an amused edge to it, and he quite enjoys all of this planning they're starting with.]
Truth be told, I do not know the common traditions of Arnes. I'm a King, my beloved. My wedding at home would be a state affair. Balls leading up to it, parades, large meetings of the court. You'd be wrapped in your family colors until the day we were wedded, whereupon you'd be draped in the red and gold.
[He laughs, still pleased.]
Cake, absolutely. Dancing of course. But mostly, we should have food. Good food. And music.
[If there was one thing he appreciated about Rhy, it was the fact that the man understood the importance of good food as much as he did.]
Then cake and good food will be a must, I do wonder if they can make pretzels fancy...? [That’s said with a distracted tone. What? Pretzels are important!] I would say music certainly is a must too, if there’s going to be dancing...!
And I’m sure I can probably manage to find something nice to wear in the appropriate colours, dear.
[After all, he likes to dress up and Rhy had mentioned wanting to see him in red and gold before... Yes, he liked that idea. Absentmindedly he rubbed behind his ear again with a ridiculously pleased expression, and the feed abruptly cut off.
About five minutes later, the men find themselves being bombarded by messages and well-wishes. Llewellyn offering his husband to be a very apologetic, very awkward little smile.]
Ah... I seem to have uh- shared our discussion publicly... Oops?
Full post with threads linked here
