Glacius is not sure how to feel about just how quickly his mind is pulled into this plane; the Mote must be facilitating their connection, for in the blink of an eye he is ripped from their apartment and transported... elsewhere. It is a barren land his mind walks him through now, devoid of color and life; the ground beneath him is loose, particles whipped up by silent winds. The ice alien scrubs briefly at his eyes before regarding the substance on his fingers, grimacing as he identifies it: deadfall... or ash, as he recalls the humans naming it. The sort of grey powdery residue created in the wake of fire or death; the remains of things once living.
Suddenly the name of this place taught to him by Carlisle makes more sense now—too much sense, in fact. Are remains all that can thrive in this realm, this Land Beyond the Living? Glacius remembers his partner telling him that his twice-cursed are considered both dead and alive, in a way. When he comes here, is he being shifted from that fulcrum, the balance being tipped more towards death? Is that why he seemed more like a ghost of himself when he came upon him in the kitchen? The more pieces of the puzzle that Glacius is able to slot into place through frightening first-hand experience, the more his urgency to act becomes. He has to find a way to reset that balance... no, to tip the scales back the other way, so that Carlisle's life force grows stronger than the curse of death steadily gnawing at it.
To do that, though, Glacius now knows he'll have to bring his partner back from this land and anchor him firmly in the realm of the living where he belongs. At first the alien frets as he scans this barren landscape—it seems to stretch on forever, its ash-colored lands stretching in all directions and disappearing into the equally grey horizon. How is he supposed to find anyone here? He could wander aimlessly, only walking further from Carlisle without knowing. The ice alien frowns, closing his eyes and trying to focus on their link, seeing if he can detect his partner that way...
In the end, it is not even that difficult. Glacius shuts out all other senses, his sharp hearing easily detects a familiar voice in the unearthly silence; his face falls as he hears the panicked, disoriented tone he's become all too familiar with in Carlisle's lowest moments. The ice alien opens his eyes and heads towards it, eventually ducking under a strangely-shaped outcrop and... there his partner is, huddled in some mix of terror or despair against a cold stone wall. Glacius smiles sadly as his heart breaks for his partner; he's probably assuming that respite will not come, but now, he can finally be there for him.
... Or can he? Whatever little spark of hope had ignited inside the alien's chest in his empathy is nearly snuffed out completely as his partner's words become clear. "Carlisle..." Glacius speaks up softly, a quavering sigh pushing itself from his gills. Is his Bondmate... talking about him? There's... there is no way. It can't be.
"I am here," the alien tries again, taking a careful step towards the cowering human. "I can help now. You know that, do you not? You... know me?"
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Suddenly the name of this place taught to him by Carlisle makes more sense now—too much sense, in fact. Are remains all that can thrive in this realm, this Land Beyond the Living? Glacius remembers his partner telling him that his twice-cursed are considered both dead and alive, in a way. When he comes here, is he being shifted from that fulcrum, the balance being tipped more towards death? Is that why he seemed more like a ghost of himself when he came upon him in the kitchen? The more pieces of the puzzle that Glacius is able to slot into place through frightening first-hand experience, the more his urgency to act becomes. He has to find a way to reset that balance... no, to tip the scales back the other way, so that Carlisle's life force grows stronger than the curse of death steadily gnawing at it.
To do that, though, Glacius now knows he'll have to bring his partner back from this land and anchor him firmly in the realm of the living where he belongs. At first the alien frets as he scans this barren landscape—it seems to stretch on forever, its ash-colored lands stretching in all directions and disappearing into the equally grey horizon. How is he supposed to find anyone here? He could wander aimlessly, only walking further from Carlisle without knowing. The ice alien frowns, closing his eyes and trying to focus on their link, seeing if he can detect his partner that way...
In the end, it is not even that difficult. Glacius shuts out all other senses, his sharp hearing easily detects a familiar voice in the unearthly silence; his face falls as he hears the panicked, disoriented tone he's become all too familiar with in Carlisle's lowest moments. The ice alien opens his eyes and heads towards it, eventually ducking under a strangely-shaped outcrop and... there his partner is, huddled in some mix of terror or despair against a cold stone wall. Glacius smiles sadly as his heart breaks for his partner; he's probably assuming that respite will not come, but now, he can finally be there for him.
... Or can he? Whatever little spark of hope had ignited inside the alien's chest in his empathy is nearly snuffed out completely as his partner's words become clear. "Carlisle..." Glacius speaks up softly, a quavering sigh pushing itself from his gills. Is his Bondmate... talking about him? There's... there is no way. It can't be.
"I am here," the alien tries again, taking a careful step towards the cowering human. "I can help now. You know that, do you not? You... know me?"