Llewellyn Watts

Watts had Steven had barely unpacked from their trip to Quebec when there had been a call regarding a minor but urgent issue regarding some legal paperwork back in London. So- back into suitcases clothing went, only this time-

This time in addition to Marc also packing some things as he'd be needed for aforementioned legal paperwork business, they were bringing Raphael with them. Both because they felt a little badly about leaving the cat again so soon and they'd talked about possibly giving him an opportunity to explore the flat in London. See how he liked it, that sort of thing.

Now it was Saturday afternoon, the legal business had all been taken care of, and they were lingering before catching a portal back to Fandom tomorrow. Lingering in the kitchen specifically, with the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies laid out before them.

[ooc: for that guy, and NFB for distance.]

Well, it sure has hell had been a day. There was a lot of bread currently populating both the private residence's and the boarding house's kitchen, let's just put it that way. And we won't even talk about the dough in the freezer.

Eventually, though, Watts had slipped into bed exhausted, falling asleep rather immediately.

The smell of vomit and sweat hit him like a wave as soon as he stepped inside.

It was overwhelming, he was practically choking on it. He wanted to run, be anywhere but here- but at the same time, he knew he needed to be here, this might be the last-

Watts awoke with a gasp, scrambling out of the bed and scribbling a quick note for Steven indicating that he'd be on the balcony. He threw on a pair of trousers and a shirt without checking whose they were- probably Steven's, honestly, judging by the softness of the fabric if nothing else- and all but flung himself out the balcony door and on to the outdoor sofa.

[ooc: details of conversation NFB please!]

Following Stark's class yesterday, Watts and Steven had returned home to drop off the truly absurd amount of bottled sodas Watts had purchased and pick up their camping gear before catching their portal to Vancouver Island. After getting their campground set up, they went for a walk on one of the hiking trails before the sun set, and then settled back in for some dinner and stargazing before heading to bed.

The night passed uneventfully, though Steven's anxiety about sleeping in the outdoors was out in full force regardless, him spending most of the night clinging tightly to Watts. That, combined with their usual mutual dislike for early mornings, meant they'd gotten something of a late start to the day today. But what were holidays for if not sleeping in? Eventually, though, they did get up, and now they each had a cup of coffee as Watts carefully pulled a couple of foil-wrapped breakfast burritos off the cooking pot over the fire. He set one on a plate and then handed it to Steven, and then plated one for himself.

"Give it a minute to cool before you unwrap it," he advised. "Don't want you burning your fingers."

Sure, of the two of them Steven was the one who possessed the means to instantaneously heal himself if burned. Didn't mean Watts wanted him to experience that.

[NFB for distance, and for the beau!]

As time went on, Watts got bolder in regards to the kinds of things he attempted baking. But as always, there was something to be said for where one had started, hence the apple pie that was currently cooling on the kitchen counter.

In the meantime, though...

"Any thoughts on what we ought to order for dinner?" Watts asked Steven as he came in to the living room.

[ooc: post is NFB please.]

It was Monday and that meant those who had been displaced over the weekend returned to where they were meant to be- well, more or less.

Watts, for example, was not in his own room but one of the house's guest rooms, which most significantly meant he was alone.

Alone and once again visited by the nightmares that had been plaguing him in earnest the last couple weeks.

"No," he muttered, tossing over. "No, don't- don't. Please."

Last night's gathering had been a success, at least by Watts and Steven's standards. Which was that a) everyone appeared to have a good time, b) no-one left hungry and c) there were enough leftovers that anyone who wanted some could take some home. Including the hosts.

They'd enjoyed some of those leftovers for lunch, Marc also making an appearance to have the jalapeno poppers Arden had made. When it had come time to contemplate dinner, though, a decision was made to veer in a completely different direction and order some Japanese takeout.

"Dinner has arrived," Watts said, triumphantly holding up the takeout bag as he made his way back in to the living room.

The day had started with a lie-in, followed by a late lunch and a soak in the tub on their patio. After that, well. Steven and Watts had kept themselves busy without leaving the room, let's just say that. At least, until it was time for their anniversary dinner.

Dinner had been at a little beachfront bistro- not private the way their dinner in Barbados had been, but intimate all the same.

"I promised you a dance," Watts said, as he unlocked the door to their hotel room. "Would you like that first? Or your gift?"

[NFB due to distance and for the fellow celebrant!]

Watts had had a great time yesterday at the festival- there were two stuffed animals who had taken up residence on the living room couch that were testament to that.

The parade on the other hand- well, the parade was difficult in a way that yesterday's festivities were not, and once again Watts found himself quietly slipping away from his observation spot along the route to head home before the parade's conclusion.

Once there, he made a beeline for the library and that couch, flopping down upon it and pulling Raphael, who had been snoozing lightly on said couch, close to his chest.

[ooc: for the beau and nfb please.]

Watts had been remarkably close-lipped about tonight's date night plans. All he'd told Steven was to wear clothing he was comfortable moving in, and that they'd be taking a portal to somewhere off-island.

The portal actually dropped them off a few blocks from their intended destination, far enough so they could enjoy a leisurely walk up to the roller rink.

"We're here," Watts announced, nodding over to the skate rental area. "So- what do you think? Shall we give it a try?"

If Steven said no, there were several nice restaurants nearby, so they could just have dinner out instead. But Watts was hoping the activity would be both familiar and new enough that Steven would want to give it a try.

[ooc: for the beau!]

When Watts headed in to the library following lunch, it was with two goals in mind. The first required the door to be shut for an hour or so as he put in what was becoming his daily quota of piano practice. Not that anyone was holding him to doing so, that was a commitment entirely of his own devising. In fact the problem was in sometimes managing to limit himself to around an hour, getting so involved in the process that he did not always notice time slipping away.

Regardless, today he actually had managed to wind down said practice after a decent amount of time, and was thus on to the second task he wanted to accomplish that afternoon: namely, taking care of the pile of clothing in need of mending that had amassed over the last several months, a mixture of his own and Steven's.

So after a short break to fix himself a plate with a snack as well as a cup of coffee, he was back in the library, door open this time and mending kit by his side as he sorted the pile by what needed to be done.