Solace: I’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa ( either way works for me ! )
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It was not all that often that the actor sought solace in a place that could be so readily accessed by the public - but for once, his decision to try and escape the hubbub of his everyday life was a decision well made. He’d arrived in the UK at a ridiculous hour, had done everything possible to make it so he didn’t have to even step foot outside of Gatwick airport before he left for Cardiff. From there, Jake had been driven to his little bed & breakfast in the Vale of Glamorgan.
Jake had stayed in this place on more than one occasion, finding it quaint and perfectly peaceful. Every visit here had never been interrupted by paparazzi and the like. For Jake, the extra traveling was more than worth it when he arrived at his destination – exhausted, yet enthralled by the beauty that now surrounded him. If Jake didn’t worry so much about being a catalyst in destroying beautiful places, he would likely choose to live here, but alas, he felt as though these beautiful valley’s deserved nothing but praise and respect. Who would he be to ruin such a thing?
The actor had padded through his given room after showering away the grime of traveling; fresh and ready to face what the Welsh countryside offered him. There was a list of things a mile long that Jake wanted to experience this time around - the church and a few of the trails he had done before, but they always made the very top of his list. It was when he noticed that it was already going on half past ten that the actor decided to make a move – he tied up his walking boots and headed out with just a small backpack with snacks and water.
While his attire wasn’t entirely appropriate for church, Jake assumed that he would be okay, because it was midweek and as far as he knew, that meant no service today. Hopefully the confessional would be available; however, if it wasn’t, Jake would simply take a pew and gaze around at the carvings and the stained glass and offer his prayers to the God that he didn’t worship, just respected. Despite not being a Christian, Jake felt comfortable within the church and visited one in every town or village he stayed in. They soothed his woes and took weights off his shoulders that he didn’t know he had been carrying.
Despite the confessional being unavailable when Jake arrived, just a short while before lunch. He didn’t intend on staying long, wanting to get out into the hills that seemed to call for him in such a heavenly lilt that Jake honestly felt as though they could be more holy than the house of God where he currently sat. Jake was only roused from his thoughts by gentle, feather-light footsteps of a familiar cadence. He knew that footfall like his own. The American lifted his head, blue eyes scanning the empty church until they fell upon his friend. Jake considered him a friend, anyway - he had wittered the poor man’s ear off on every visit he had made to this church, and Caerwyn offered an open ear and a soft smile, with occasional touches to hands and wrists and knees. Jake loved the qualities of the other man, always giving and never taking, despite how often Jake had offered the same back.
Their talk was quiet, friendly and light; Jake didn’t need to explain to the Welshman that he’d come to escape Hollywood yet again - that much was obvious. His attire spoke of his other intentions, anyway - lightweight walking boot laced comfortably, his backpack tucked between his calves and his feet.
‘ Come walking with me, ’ Jake offered, selfishly admitting to himself that he desired more of this familiar comfort that came flowing from Caerwyn’s being. ‘ There’s no one else I’d trust to take me ‘round the Valley. ’
