tongueamok: (➣ this just got very heavy indeed)
Carlisle Longinmouth ([personal profile] 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]
glacius: Focus less on the where and more on the going. (Destination fever.)

[personal profile] glacius 2017-02-13 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Glacius seems satisfied with that answer for the time being. When Carlisle squeezes against his hand he butts against him one last time, then allows the clergyman to get up, doing the same shortly after.] Ha... well, I wish the results could be more tangible at times, but one step at a time, I suppose. I do appreciate you saying so. In the meantime just focus on tonight, and we'll see if we can't get it settled the rest of the way.

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.]