[Glacius follows Carlisle inside, starting to look around where the human gestures, assessing this dwelling for himself. It is not at all what he has expected, and somehow even further from what a traditional home would be like if built by his people; it is lacking the compartmentalization of almost all its rooms, which is odd. It also does not seem like they are gaining any more space despite moving into a standalone dwelling; that may be problematic for a member of a large species, but the openness of the main room and the height of the ceiling help to keep the alien from feeling cramped.
It is the bath that offers the most improvement in that regard; though their previous one had been small, too small in fact to contain Glacius' long and muscular limbs comfortably if he wanted to soak, this one takes up almost the entire room. He can think of a few ways that might be useful beyond his own comfort, which is enough that a little grin tugs at the corners of his cheekbones.] I am sure that I can adjust to this, especially if it makes you happy—and I do have to admit, it does seem like we will be able to make this space more our own. The house is bare, it has space for a garden... and the bath actually has room for the both of us, now.
[Glacius cannot help but swivel his head to look directly at Carlisle as his smile grows.] I suppose you will have to perfect that glyph now, won't you?
[Try as he might to meet his partner's eyes as Glacius brings up exactly what was on his mind, Carlisle finds himself looking away, sheepishness overcoming him despite all they've been through, all they've shared.]
I have been... working on it, aheh. I believe I- I might be close, as the application is very similar to my garden barriers.
[He rubs at the back of his neck, chuckling in embarrassment, realizing his own abashment.]
I don't know why I feel so nervous about this. About the glyph and the bath and even just- just bringing you here, and talking about- about um.
[Nope, still too difficult. His face feels like it's on fire.]
I'm still not used to the sudden intensity of it all. Of how I feel even day-to-day. It's wonderful, but taking longer to adjust than I would like, as though I don't remember what it's like to even be like this.
[Glacius' brows raise in surprise slightly; every now and again Carlisle has been quite adept at taking teasing flirtations in stride, and he supposes that he assumed this moment was private enough where his partner would feel comfortable. He relents, though, tempering his gaze somewhat in exchange for putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.] It is alright. I mean... you were on death's doorstep for a long time, there. [Before he would not have dared to speak so plainly about Carlisle's condition, as dealing with it was painful enough; now that danger has passed, it feels both easier and safer to discuss it.]
And before that, you were still accustomed to life with your curse. I know it is still there, but... it is not the same any more, and any time a core part of our life—whether good or bad—is removed or altered, it takes adjusting. I think that we should embrace it; if you experience as much of as many things possible, perhaps you will get used to it faster..?
[Carlisle brings his own hand to his shoulder, letting it rest upon Glacius'.]
Yes, perhaps. For years, I lived a dulled life, muted both by my condition and need for control over it. We have both seen how consuming it can be when I am overwhelmed, and such moments were far too frequent at times, given my general temperament.
[In other words, he's a nervous mess who never learned healthy coping mechanisms, often incapable of reeling in his own emotions, and he knows it. Being in a town where gods feed upon said emotions, doing their best to stir them within the general populace, has not helped.]
I have merely forgotten what I was like before all this. I was young, and never could have imagined how much of a specter of myself I could become. [He runs a hand through his hair, laughing pitiably.] I'm already finding faded hairs again.
And my spikes do not have the sheen they once used to. Time marks us all, Carlisle... but we have afforded you more, and I am grateful for every extra minute that we get together. [Still, it is not hard to detect the nervousness and regret in his partner. Glacius titls his head, leaning down to regard his partner.]
If you ever feel worried, though, just let me know. You can always draw more from me... I have strength to spare for you yet.
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It is the bath that offers the most improvement in that regard; though their previous one had been small, too small in fact to contain Glacius' long and muscular limbs comfortably if he wanted to soak, this one takes up almost the entire room. He can think of a few ways that might be useful beyond his own comfort, which is enough that a little grin tugs at the corners of his cheekbones.] I am sure that I can adjust to this, especially if it makes you happy—and I do have to admit, it does seem like we will be able to make this space more our own. The house is bare, it has space for a garden... and the bath actually has room for the both of us, now.
[Glacius cannot help but swivel his head to look directly at Carlisle as his smile grows.] I suppose you will have to perfect that glyph now, won't you?
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I have been... working on it, aheh. I believe I- I might be close, as the application is very similar to my garden barriers.
[He rubs at the back of his neck, chuckling in embarrassment, realizing his own abashment.]
I don't know why I feel so nervous about this. About the glyph and the bath and even just- just bringing you here, and talking about- about um.
[Nope, still too difficult. His face feels like it's on fire.]
I'm still not used to the sudden intensity of it all. Of how I feel even day-to-day. It's wonderful, but taking longer to adjust than I would like, as though I don't remember what it's like to even be like this.
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And before that, you were still accustomed to life with your curse. I know it is still there, but... it is not the same any more, and any time a core part of our life—whether good or bad—is removed or altered, it takes adjusting. I think that we should embrace it; if you experience as much of as many things possible, perhaps you will get used to it faster..?
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Yes, perhaps. For years, I lived a dulled life, muted both by my condition and need for control over it. We have both seen how consuming it can be when I am overwhelmed, and such moments were far too frequent at times, given my general temperament.
[In other words, he's a nervous mess who never learned healthy coping mechanisms, often incapable of reeling in his own emotions, and he knows it. Being in a town where gods feed upon said emotions, doing their best to stir them within the general populace, has not helped.]
I have merely forgotten what I was like before all this. I was young, and never could have imagined how much of a specter of myself I could become. [He runs a hand through his hair, laughing pitiably.] I'm already finding faded hairs again.
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If you ever feel worried, though, just let me know. You can always draw more from me... I have strength to spare for you yet.