Emrys "Rhys" Davies

thirty-seven year old Kindergarten teacher from Wrexham, Wales. Living and working in London.

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colorofmyaura‌:

The only drinks that Kris really ever drank with high sugar content were alcoholic ones. With her athletic career being a part of her life for so long, she’d always maintained a fairly clean diet. “A bar with coffee, I could get behind that. As long as they can brew it strong, I can probably drink it,” Kris shrugged, figuring it would be better than stopping somewhere for a bargain bin watered down version of coffee. When it came to coffee, she’d drink just about anything, but she by far preferred something halfway decent. “Any chance you’d be willing to point me off in the right direction?” Her head hitched to the side, face scrunching together as she asked. Since he’d been nice enough to offer help in the first place, Kris was pretty confident he’d come through with directions at the very least to where she needed to be. 

“Yes of course!” He said in response. 

Perhaps not as overly enthusiastic as he might’ve responded if she asked him to join her. But Rhys had long since learned that those were very rare occasions, and hoping for them always left him a little sad.

He smiled brightly still, because his level of enthusiasm was still very much on the high level for a decent human being.

Capturing human emotions was a hard thing, or at least reading them on someone else’s face, but mostly his responses were out there. Loud. Exaggerated. 

“I could even show you where it is! It’s in my direction anyway, and i wasn’t really planning on staying on this bench for like... the whole time.” 

“Just my way-through place, this.” 

Guess that was a sort of: ask if he could join type of question. 

She would probably shoot him down right? 

Creepy guy on the bench. Creepy Pret guy with carrot juice. 

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leadinglxdies‌:

how sharing a drink with a stranger on the street was different to sticking her tongue down the throat of a stranger in the back of a bar was different, elliot didn’t know. but it was. the first one definitely felt weird. so that was a hard pass on the juice offer. 

a brow raised when he said he had several alarms set on his phone. yeah, that wasn’t something elliot did. it’s not like she had a job or anything, or really any place to be. she’d only been in london a few weeks, since her sister had asked her to come back and talk about what to do with their parent’s company. so she didn’t have to be up at any certain time. which suited her just fine. 

“oh…” a glace at the cafe, shrug falling from her shoulders. “anything caffeinated.” 

Rhys figured that anything caffeinated meant coffee. 

He knew Tea had some Caffeine, but it was so little... at least with green teas, at least with the green teas that Rhys drank. He thought drinking his green tea didn’t mean he was consuming caffeine.

Currently he was having a conversation with his own brain about that. 

He concluded the argument with: haven’t we talked about this before?

Then extended another smile to the stranger, looking at the cafe where her glance had been directed to. “They have coffee,” he said. 

Wow, really Rhys? DO THEY?! YA THINK?!

“It’s a pretty chill cafe, the lady who owns it works in a pet shop during the day,” Rhys explained. 

He had been in there to get tea with Rose a few times. Didn’t like it as much as Pret, but Rose had told him change was a good thing. 

Rhys wasn’t sure if change was a good thing. 

Not always at least. 

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rxsedci‌:

Waking up was almost like an electric shock. They shot up, hand on their chest as if it would slow down their heartbeat. They couldn’t remember what they’d been dreaming about but maybe that was a good thing.

For a brief moment, Rosaline forgot where they were. They couldn’t remember falling asleep. The last thing they remember was sitting on the couch going through some files from the case…. That was when they spotted said cases sprawled out on the floor. Oh, they must have fallen asleep while working. Okay then. Clearing their throat, they swivilled so their feet were firmly planted on the ground. Taking a deep breath, they took a beat to focus on their rainbow socks, trying to use the familiar item to ground themselves. Mornings like this were always unsettling. 

Rhys. They needed Rhys. God what time even was it? Would he home? Wait, it was a weekend wasn’t it? So surely? Only one way to find out. “Rhys? You home?” @rhys-davies​

Rhys flew into the living room as soon as his name was uttered. 

His pink bathrobe flowing left and right as he settled in the doorframe and looked at Rose with wide-eyes. 

“You like... good?” he asked, checking the room real quick. 

Rhys had not moved them the night before when finding them asleep on the couch at around 4 am. Instead he had thrown a blanket on them, and gone back to bed. It was sort of normal to get in these kind of situations, so he hadn’t questioned them. 

Yet, the way they spoke his name send shivers down his spine again and he truly hoped they hadn’t just found out some horrifying detail in one of the cases. 

“I was making pancakes... if you want?” 

“Tea? Coffee? Water? Juice?” 

He said as if he was out-of-breath and racing to catch the bus. 

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impersonalgods‌:

Sometimes, talking to strangers was exactly what Torey needed. He was good at talking to strangers. Someone once suggested he’d talk to a lamp post if he thought it might answer him. He was a bit of an extrovert, and so sitting on a bench, even in the darkening night, talking with a stranger… well, it didn’t feel that out of place to Torey. And after a hard day’s work, and knowing he was going to be returning to an empty flat… it was exactly what he needed. “Why don’t you make yourself tea or juice? It would likely be cheaper… even if it is very good juice,” Torey stated with a chuckle before finally taking the proffered drink. “They should make it up to you with free juice,” he suggested with a playful smile.

Finally lifting the cup, he held it high enough that he could take a sniff from its contents. “Carrot juice?” he questioned curiously before shifting the cup and taking a swig. He hummed, an almost surprised sound, finding it better than he expected it to be.

Rhys considered the question.

Then considered that he didn’t actually have an answer to it. 

Why didn’t he actually make it at home? He could’ve easily picked up a blender somewhere over the coarse of the last few years. 

“Don’t know,” he answered honestly, because he really didn’t. 

“Guess I just like to go to some place and get something to drink there.” 

Rhys was extremely happy that the offered juice was finally taken, and smiled expectantly. Because it really was good juice. 

“I think they already give me discounts too often,” he said as a joke. 

“Jup, good right?” 

“I could seriously drink five of these!” 

He had already gotten two down today. And given their size, he could possibly drink more than five. 

[rhys-davies]

colorofmyaura‌:

Kris knew she was going to be late to the sandwich shop, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Nor did it stop her from being irritated when she neared the shop and already saw that they were ushering people out of the door. She let herself spin back to face the man talking on the bench, eyebrow lifting a bit at his offer. “Unless it’s full of caffeine, I’m gonna have to pass,” Kris shrugged, running a hand through her hair with another irritated sigh. It was her own fault for being late, but she certainly didn’t blame herself for it. “Fuck. I guess it’s gonna be shitty gas station coffee or something at this point.”

Of course, Rhys, taking the question literally, held the bottle to his face and checked the ingredient list. 

“There’s lots of sugar in there,” he said. “I heard that kinda helps keep you awake.”

Which was very much a problem for him. 

“Oh, if you’re looking for a place to drink coffee, there is a bar around here where they sell coffee till like.. nine in the evening. I don’t know if it’s good though, i don’t drink coffee.” 

That one time someone had told him that if he had ADHD coffee might help him focus - as was true for some people who had ADHD - he had tried it. His whole day had gotten side-tracked, he had visited fourteen pet stores, petted about fifty cats and dogs, and almost bought a gold-fish. 

As much as that had been a wholesome experience, it wasn’t something he looked forward to going through again.

He also wondered if it was strange to offer advice to a stranger.

Mostly he wondered if it would be weird if he suggested to join her. 

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leadinglxdies‌:

“—-not when it belongs to someone else.” she replied. though…no, juice wasn’t something that elliot regularly put into her system. she probably should have. something with some proper nutrients. but nope. 

a gesture over her shoulder to the cafe he was standing in front of, sandwich still in his other hand. “they kick you out?” seemed kinda dramatic. but she supposed it was early evening, and when they wanted to close, they wanted to close. 

OKay sure. That made sense. 

Not everyone liked to touch their lips to a bottle that was already being touched. 

He knew he didn’t have like a glass in his bag, so he couldn’t really offer anything else. Though he did want to, but he kept his body from moving around to check his bag. 

He already knew he didn’t have a cup.

Really not the time to be checking for something he didn’t actually have.

“Fair,” Rhys said with a smile, copying what he had heard the kids say, and took another sip from his juice, shaking off the lingering anxiety. 

Always did that. 

“Jup,” he answered with yet another smile. 

“But like.. not in a bad way. We sort of a have a good agreement on it.” 

“It’s usually my own fault, I’m really bad with time... like, my phone has several alarms throughout the day to let me know that I need to lunch or go home or cook and all that. Because else I just... get sidetracked like crazy.” 

“And it helps as well since I always lose my phone.” 

“What were you going to get?” 

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impersonalgods‌:

What he’d really come for was a craving for smoked chipotle crisps that had struck him about halfway through his shift. A naturally-sweet pick-me-up sounded good, though. Returning the smile, Torey’s expression has changed slightly toward surprise however, as the juice was extended in his direction, letting out a laugh. “I appreciate it, but it’s all yours. I’ll just make myself something, once I finish the journey home,” he smiled, a genuine expression. Torey loved to cook, but sometimes the convenience of a place like Pret was hard to resist, especially when he had a craving. Cooking himself something would be a good release, though. “Me too,” he nodded his head before shrugging his shoulders. “How often do you come here, that they felt comfortable kicking you out?” Torey wondered aloud as he glanced at his watch and then back over to the blond. By his estimation, they’d shut their doors a few minutes earlier than usual, and with a paying customer inside, based on the other’s words.

Rhys had figured that would be the end of the conversation.

The handsome man saying no to the second time the juice was offered. 

That poor juice.

But instead he asked a question, and Rhys perked up right away, his smile more radiant. 

Technically he should be heading home, make some food for when Rose came back home. He had already picked out a recipe and gotten the ingredients. The kitchen he had cleaned the morning before he went to work, so he could make a mess of it again. 

“Pretty much every day. Usually in the mornings to get myself a tea. Or their juice.” 

“Very good juice,” he extended. Just in case that wasn’t obvious yet. 

“So I would say we’re good friends. Plus I don’t really hold it against them. Sometimes they let me stay for a little while longer, and then kick me out. Mostly I think they’re afraid I keep them from actually doing their jobs, because I end up in a conversation with one of them.” 

Yes, Rhys was very good at keeping conversations going. 

[rhys-davies]

londonxxcalling‌:

“Damn” said Celeste under her breath. “I was hoping to grab a prosciutto baguette.” She’d been late getting to the shop because her daughter had spit up on her shirt and she’d had to change. She shook her head and said “That’s a nice offer, but I think I’ll pass.” She sighed. “Well, I suppose if nothing else I can sit down and enjoy the fresh air.” She’d been inside writing all day and hadn’t even noticed how late it was until she’d gotten to the shop. “Unless you’d rather be alone….” she added, not wanting to be the sort of person who hung around where her company wasn’t needed or desired.

“Oh no, I love company,” Rhys said enthusiastically. 

He scooted to the side, even though he had left so much room that two people could sit next to him. 

“Sorry you were too late. Those prosciutto baguettes are really something.” 

He looked at his own sandwich and considered offering it, but it wasn’t the prosciutto and she had already said no to his juice. 

“It is a pretty nice early evening,” he concluded. Searching for a subject to talk about, but instead just confused himself by wondering why she didn’t like juice. 

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leadinglxdies‌:

elliot lived on a cocktail of coffee and alcohol –which, of course, wasn’t exactly a healthy choice. but then again, very few of elliot’s choices were. had things gotten worse since coming back to london? definitely. when she’d been travelling the big, wide world, she could forget about the shitty childhood she’d had growing up here. but her sister had asked her to come back, and so she had. for how long, however. was anyone’s guess. 

the brunette had been heading to get something to drink — coffee or whiskey, she wasn’t sure which yet. but then some dude offered her juice and threw her for a loop. “yeah—– i’m gonna say pass.” 

Rhys nodded, taking a sip himself. 

It didn’t bother him that this great drink was passed off so quickly. 

Who was he kidding? Of course it bothered him. 

He was just taking a sip to sniffle back the disappointment. 

“You don’t like juice?” 

And now he felt like an idiot. What was he going to say if she said she didn’t like juice? Wasn’t like he could hold that against anyone. 

What if he had just made the situation super awkward by taking it personal? What if he was showing up like a creepy idiot. 

[rhys-davies]

keptfacade‌:

Today had been one of those days where Reagan had a bunch of things to take care of. She had been in and out of meetings with potential sponsors and people who wanted to buy airtime on Horizon Radio. However, there were always a bunch of things to consider. Of course, money was needed, but she always had to think about whether a company’s values aligned with her own and those of the station and whether working with them would be good for the brand. Her radio station might be well established and very popular, but really, she couldn’t afford a scandal. 

Due to a meeting running late, she was now hurrying towards the place she was supposed to meet Emrys at, her two dogs Hendrix and Pandora on a leash next to her. However, it seemed like she was too late, which was confirmed by his words when she spoke. “You’re lucky I’m comfortable around you.” She chuckled as slender fingers reached out for the bottle, her second hand holding the leash a little closer as the dogs excitedly greeted Emrys. “I’m just saying, I hope you don’t go around offering random strangers a sip of your juice” she said, amused at the entire thing. 

“I absolutely do,” Rhys said with a huge smile.

He watched Reagan take the bottle, and when that was gone, leaned forwards to greet the two dogs.

“Heyyo, you two, how are you doing. You good, aren’t you,” he said as he petted each dog for thirty seconds before changing, holding his sandwich away from the two dogs.

He took his backpack from his back, and threw the half-eaten sandwich in there.

No, this did not strike him as odd.

He went back to petting the dogs with both hands, their fur was so warm.

He let Pandora lick his fingers, probably interested in what remained of the chicken flavour, and looked back up to Reagan.

“Good juice, right?”

“I’ve only had like... 2.5 so far, but honestly if those weren’t that expensive I could continue drinking them CONSTANTLY.”

“Shall we walk? I could really do for a walk.”

“I’ve been sitting inside the... had been sitting inside for about two hours.”

“I could really go for a walk.”

“I think those juices had far too much sugar.”

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impersonalgods‌:

Torey liked his job. That didn’t change the fact that, some days, it took a lot out of him. Still, he did his best to put on a smile, when he ran into an old friend after a shift; even when it meant that he was running late on his own plans. They were nothing set in stone, of course, but he’d made a deal with himself, and now he was breaking it as he watched the lights in the building go dark. He’d nearly overlooked the blond on the bench munching at a sandwich and sipping on a juice, except he was suddenly talking and at a pace that made Torey have to almost think about what was being said to him. “Oh, thanks,” he said, trying not to sound too defeated as he moved to sit on the empty side of the bench. “I appreciate the offer, but I might just drink the whole thing if I take a sip,” he admitted with a smile.

Rhys wasn’t even surprised that the stranger had actually wanted to go to the Pret’a’manger. He figured everyone wanted to go to the Pret. 

He smiled kindly when the stranger sat down next to him. 

For a moment he had to tell the little voice in his head that

Yes, this was indeed a very handsome individual

No, he shouldn’t be handing out random compliments

Because he wasn’t creepy

Hopefully. 

The Juice was already half-way empty, so without actually saying what he was about to do, Rhys handed over the juice. 

“Please, be my guest. Drink it all if you want. I already drank out back in there, before they kicked me out.” 

Actually, he’d had three. 

But they didn’t have any added sugars, so Rhys thought he was fine. 

“Sorry you missed them.” 

[rhys-davies]

Location: in front of the Pret’a’manger Time: early evening, just before closing @londonstartershq​

Rhys was still biting away at his sandwich when he was asked to leave the place. 

He liked how spacious it was, and even though it was busy, and the food wasn’t so cheap, he really liked their juices. 

He was jumping from toe to toe as he was ushered out of the door. 

He extended his apologies multiple time, and took place on a bench right in front of the store, still nibbling away at his bread, and also holding his juice in his free hand. 

He easily looked like a fool. 

He looked up when a random individual passed. 

“Oh, if you were thinking about grabbing a coffee, they just closed. But you can have a sip of my juice if you want?” 

He was talking at the speed of a race-car. 

[rhys-davies]

STATS

Full name: Emrys Davies Nickname: Rhys Age: 37 years old Nationality: Welsh Place and date of Birth: Wrexham, Wales, 14th of July, 1983 Family: two parents Occupation: Kindergarten teacher Gender & Pronouns: cis-male, he/him Sexuality: pansexual panromantic

BIO SUMMARY

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Rhys grew up the only child to two very religious parents. They believed he was their perfect little boy, and as a result, Rhys grew up sheltered. But he never managed to live up to their expectations, he wasn’t smart, he wasn’t very good at paying attention at all. But his parents never wanted to have him diagnosed. His teacher told them that Rhys would do much better if just he got the right attention and medication. Instead his parents moved him to a different school. He barely finished high school, did a couple of odd jobs, and eventually landed a job as a kindergarten teacher in London. 

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

Rose ♠ Rhys and Rose have been friends through childhood, both were very if not absolutely hard to handle for the teachers. Rhys being all over the place and easily distracted, Rose too smart to pay attention. They hit it off, even kept up communication when Rhys had to change schools, but then lost contact for some years, until they happened to meet each other again in London. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Unrequited Love: you find yourself drawn to the easy nature Rhys has. You think he’s weird, but adorable at the same time. You have no idea he’s completely smitten by you. 

Ex: You once returned Rhys’ feelings, but something just didn’t work between the two of you, so it had to end. Rhys didn’t break up with you, you know he never could, which was just another reason for you to think it wasn’t going to work. 

Best friend from London: You didn’t know Rhys before his days as a Kindergarten teacher. He’s a lot, but you find it doable to hang out with him once in a while. 

Roommate: TAKEN by Rose

Dislike: You’re not good around people who need as much attention as Rhys, and Rhys especially gets on your nerves. Can someone get this fool his meds?

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