Carlisle Longinmouth (
tongueamok) wrote2015-04-03 08:13 pm
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Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep] |
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I feel the same. I will admit that I don't exactly... handle my troubles well sometimes.
[Given his usual solutions involve drinking, sequestering himself away, or, as in the latest dilemma, forcing himself to stop panicking via compulsion, that would be an understatement.]
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[Finishing up his lunch, Glacius neatly folds the paper that it was wrapped up in, leans back and takes a breath of the fresh air, then opens his eyes and looks to Carlisle again.] We'll work on it together, as we do all other things. Are there any particular obstacles you find yourself getting caught on when problems do arise, that keep you from handling them as well as you'd like?
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No, I, er. I suppose not.
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[At least he's doing something right... for now. He finishes off his own portion and tucks the paper back into his bag, wondering idly what he has in the way of alcohol at the apartment. Surely enough to settle his nerves.]
I suppose I should allow you to return to your post. Should the streets suddenly become dangerous, they will need you.
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As settled as it can be, thanks to your efforts. Your skill in rallying my spirit never ceases to amaze me.
[And as reluctant as he is for them to part, Carlisle does get to his feet. He would like to have Glacius all to himself for as long as possible, but such selfishness is unbecoming of him, especially given he shouldn't have such a relationship in the first place. It is already because of him that Glacius keeps his scar -- what more does he want?
He swallows that thought down, knowing it'd be best not to be consumed by it when he just said his mind was 'as settled as it can be.' It's frightening how quickly his own paranoia can eat him alive. He has been like that for a long time, though -- he cannot expect to change that overnight. He will survive until Glacius returns home and he feels safe from his troubles once more.]
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Now, come. Spire Two is on the way back to the bridge that leads to the Guard's Headquarters. We can enjoy each other's presence for a little bit longer still. [With that he loops an arm around Carlisle's shoulders as has become their usual situation, leading them out of the park and back towards the curve in the road that takes them past the wooden bridge and sweeps towards their Spire. At that point their paths diverge, and Glacius gives his partner one last parting nuzzle, thanking him again for a wonderful outing. The day is going to seem longer now that he has such enjoyable evening plans... but that's more than alright with him, as it gives him something extra to look forward to.]