[Carlisle takes the offered plate and mug, grateful to find he has the energy to do so -- his fingers remain a bit stiff and his hands a bit unsteady, but it's likely the effects of having only recently awakened from a long sleep rather than his body failing him. He sets the plate atop the coffee table, deciding he'd rather have a drink first. He's used to drinking just a bit greedily, the warmth slowly seeping into his limbs, if at all -- he finds almost immediately that, now that his senses are back to normal, he probably shouldn't do that anymore.
He pulls the mug from his lips quickly, wincing as he swallows.]
Desth, that burns!
[Despite that, he's... smiling.]
I'll- I'll have to adjust to that, as well, I see.
[Glacius' displays of surprise are minimal as always, though they are there: his mandible flares slightly and his shoulder hikes up as Carlisle exclaims while drinking down his tea in the same manner that he always has. Then it catches up to him just why that happened this time; with the restoration of the human's body also comes the full return of his senses and faculties. It makes sense... but the ice alien can't help the smile that tweaks at his features, cannot keep it from growing wider and winder until his cheekbones have lifted to push wrinkles around his eyes in that familiar way that happens when he is really, truly pleased by something.
Then the quiet laughter comes. Glacius is not sure why it is this one seemingly insignificant little show of change that has finally broken through the dam of his worried attentiveness, allowing his genuine relief and happiness to flow like a river he can do nothing to stem. Maybe the other changes were so shocking it has taken them some time to truly sink in, too good to be true as they had seemed; maybe it's just that a minor burn is currently the worst of his once dying partner's concerns now. Or maybe it is a lot of things, all falling away to afford them this singular moment of hope, of a life renewed.
Whatever the case is, Glacius finally flops heavily on the couch next to Carlisle, too relieved to keep himself upright anymore; his hands curl into fists at his knees to keep himself from slinging an arm around his partner while he's holding hot food and drink.] There's... going to be a lot to adjust to. [And he cannot help but chortle again; the heavy blinks of his eyes suggest that if he shed tears like a human, he'd have to be wiping them away now.] The biggest one being that I no longer have to worry about you being taken from me prematurely. I cannot believe... I mean... I am so happy, Carlisle. I cannot fully describe to you the joy I am feeling.
[He's given pause by Glacius' laughter; though no to kindness, outright laughter is not something often heard from the stoic warrior, a true rarity. As Glacius settles beside him, Carlisle finds himself grinning widely, watching as his partner's sizable hands curl atop his muscular legs, the dips and valleys of them more enticing than Carlisle would like to admit. Feeling his stomach grind again, he sets his mug aside, cramming toast into his mouth -- perhaps he should use more caution after the tea, but he wants to get it down quickly to sate his complaining abdomen. He has other pursuits in mind, more he wants to experience with his renewed vigor -- and with such indulgences, Carlisle has never had the best restraint, particularly when it comes to Glacius.
His life has been one largely of denial. He didn't deserve such things, he'd said so often; he was just asking for more misfortune for both himself and those around him. It was better to deny himself companionship than to tempt fate. Besides, he could not lose what he'd never had in the first place.
Things are different now -- so, so different. With his food and drink aside, he brushes some crumbs away and turns his full attention to his partner.]
Neither can I. Everything I feel is so... intense at the moment. Light and color and incredible sensation in what has been an increasingly numb existence. I- I could hardly feel myself these past few days. Not- not days while recovering, obviously, but before. I was keeping busy out of habit, merely moving due to routine rather than truly living. I was already a shell, hollow. It was only through fear that I felt alive, even with you.
[He never told Glacius, but deep down, he knows his partner knew. Carlisle knows he's been needy as of late, calling Glacius home, wanting him to stay in the mornings rather than go on patrol; however, no matter how tenaciously the clergyman clung to life, it still ebbed from his mortal frame day by day, what color he had in his hair and skin fading along with it.
It's all back now, but for how long? He doesn't know -- but he doesn't want to waste what time he has been given, either.]
It will take time to adjust, but now we take comfort in that we can. There is time now, and- and I want nothing more than to spend it with you.
[He places his hand on Glacius', his fingers curling across his icy knuckles. His voice is barely a whisper, despite them being alone.]
I want... I want to explore all of these things with you, Glacius. This joy, and this apprehension, hope and- and uncertainty about our future. But most of all, this hammering in my chest the closer I am to you. Has it always been like that? Have I always felt as though my heart would explode when I am near you? Have I just never noticed it before? Or had I simply forgotten what it felt like?
I think you have just managed to forget. [Glacius replies with a light chuckle, remembering a few times back when Carlisle had talked in a similar manner, back before... his condition had stolen away his feelings of hope and joy, replacing them only with fear as he has just described. Now, however, with the human's hand curling over his sturdy knuckles without so much as a tremble, it somehow feels like they've been transported back in time to the earliest days of their relationship; when everything was happier, new and exciting, with so many things waiting to be explored.
The ice alien lowers his head ever so slightly so that he can stare quietly into his partner's eyes. Then, letting the feelings of the moment guide him, he leans in for a gentle eskimo kiss, nuzzling the cold and glossy curve of his nasal cap against the bridge of Carlisle's nose. He is fairly certain he's reading an invitation there; in the choice of words, and in the subtle, stolen glances.] ... I could... likely make it beat a bit harder still... if that is what you desire. If you would allow me a moment to be terribly forward, I-I have to admit that my own hearts race to think what it might be like to experience such a thing now that you are restored.
[Carlisle turns his head in anticipation of Glacius' embrace, pushing his glasses aside, allowing the dip at his brow to be filled with the soft curve of his partner's nasal cap. It was indeed an invitation on Carlisle's end, one he is ready to make good on now that his stomach has stopped griping. He slides his hand onto Glacius' thigh, using the leverage it gives him to lean further -- more emphatically -- against his lover's face.]
You never need ask for a moment to be forward, Glacius. I would never dream of denying you — us — such a request... such desires.
[His arm trembles from holding him up; he holds onto his partner as he straddles Glacius' lap, not breaking contact with him for even a second. He's not sure he could even if he wanted to, the steady throbbing of his heart and the hum of the Mote within him fueling his curiosity and impulses in equal measure.]
Never? You have dreamed of it before... [But Glacius does not even have the time to chuckle fondly at the notion of how far Carlisle has come with expressing himself and his own desires, as the clergyman swings up to straddle his lap and leans heavily against him. Instead the alien wraps his powerful arms around his partner and gives him a solid, firm hug... then swings both of them up onto the couch and flops forward so that he is on top of the human, ever careful with his weight and the spikes that just from his rib and sternum.
Glacius cannot express enough in words how much he's looking forward to being able to spend a true life together, not one fated to be cut short, so he will try to express it physically instead. Knowing that there's nothing holding them back physically or emotionally—no exhaustion, fatigue, fear, or sorrow—is intoxicating in its own right; it gives them both plenty of time to fawn as they explore Carlisle's new limits, though if the human ends up as exhausted as when he first woke, well... Glacius wouldn't mind that one bit.]
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[Carlisle takes the offered plate and mug, grateful to find he has the energy to do so -- his fingers remain a bit stiff and his hands a bit unsteady, but it's likely the effects of having only recently awakened from a long sleep rather than his body failing him. He sets the plate atop the coffee table, deciding he'd rather have a drink first. He's used to drinking just a bit greedily, the warmth slowly seeping into his limbs, if at all -- he finds almost immediately that, now that his senses are back to normal, he probably shouldn't do that anymore.
He pulls the mug from his lips quickly, wincing as he swallows.]
Desth, that burns!
[Despite that, he's... smiling.]
I'll- I'll have to adjust to that, as well, I see.
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Then the quiet laughter comes. Glacius is not sure why it is this one seemingly insignificant little show of change that has finally broken through the dam of his worried attentiveness, allowing his genuine relief and happiness to flow like a river he can do nothing to stem. Maybe the other changes were so shocking it has taken them some time to truly sink in, too good to be true as they had seemed; maybe it's just that a minor burn is currently the worst of his once dying partner's concerns now. Or maybe it is a lot of things, all falling away to afford them this singular moment of hope, of a life renewed.
Whatever the case is, Glacius finally flops heavily on the couch next to Carlisle, too relieved to keep himself upright anymore; his hands curl into fists at his knees to keep himself from slinging an arm around his partner while he's holding hot food and drink.] There's... going to be a lot to adjust to. [And he cannot help but chortle again; the heavy blinks of his eyes suggest that if he shed tears like a human, he'd have to be wiping them away now.] The biggest one being that I no longer have to worry about you being taken from me prematurely. I cannot believe... I mean... I am so happy, Carlisle. I cannot fully describe to you the joy I am feeling.
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His life has been one largely of denial. He didn't deserve such things, he'd said so often; he was just asking for more misfortune for both himself and those around him. It was better to deny himself companionship than to tempt fate. Besides, he could not lose what he'd never had in the first place.
Things are different now -- so, so different. With his food and drink aside, he brushes some crumbs away and turns his full attention to his partner.]
Neither can I. Everything I feel is so... intense at the moment. Light and color and incredible sensation in what has been an increasingly numb existence. I- I could hardly feel myself these past few days. Not- not days while recovering, obviously, but before. I was keeping busy out of habit, merely moving due to routine rather than truly living. I was already a shell, hollow. It was only through fear that I felt alive, even with you.
[He never told Glacius, but deep down, he knows his partner knew. Carlisle knows he's been needy as of late, calling Glacius home, wanting him to stay in the mornings rather than go on patrol; however, no matter how tenaciously the clergyman clung to life, it still ebbed from his mortal frame day by day, what color he had in his hair and skin fading along with it.
It's all back now, but for how long? He doesn't know -- but he doesn't want to waste what time he has been given, either.]
It will take time to adjust, but now we take comfort in that we can. There is time now, and- and I want nothing more than to spend it with you.
[He places his hand on Glacius', his fingers curling across his icy knuckles. His voice is barely a whisper, despite them being alone.]
I want... I want to explore all of these things with you, Glacius. This joy, and this apprehension, hope and- and uncertainty about our future. But most of all, this hammering in my chest the closer I am to you. Has it always been like that? Have I always felt as though my heart would explode when I am near you? Have I just never noticed it before? Or had I simply forgotten what it felt like?
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The ice alien lowers his head ever so slightly so that he can stare quietly into his partner's eyes. Then, letting the feelings of the moment guide him, he leans in for a gentle eskimo kiss, nuzzling the cold and glossy curve of his nasal cap against the bridge of Carlisle's nose. He is fairly certain he's reading an invitation there; in the choice of words, and in the subtle, stolen glances.] ... I could... likely make it beat a bit harder still... if that is what you desire. If you would allow me a moment to be terribly forward, I-I have to admit that my own hearts race to think what it might be like to experience such a thing now that you are restored.
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You never need ask for a moment to be forward, Glacius. I would never dream of denying you — us — such a request... such desires.
[His arm trembles from holding him up; he holds onto his partner as he straddles Glacius' lap, not breaking contact with him for even a second. He's not sure he could even if he wanted to, the steady throbbing of his heart and the hum of the Mote within him fueling his curiosity and impulses in equal measure.]
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Glacius cannot express enough in words how much he's looking forward to being able to spend a true life together, not one fated to be cut short, so he will try to express it physically instead. Knowing that there's nothing holding them back physically or emotionally—no exhaustion, fatigue, fear, or sorrow—is intoxicating in its own right; it gives them both plenty of time to fawn as they explore Carlisle's new limits, though if the human ends up as exhausted as when he first woke, well... Glacius wouldn't mind that one bit.]