[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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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.