He answers the first question with a shake of his head, saving his words for the second.
"I am told it is the language of the Shroud," he answers quietly, placing his hand along Glacius' middle, feeling along the dips and curves of his abdomen idly, as though seeking to memorize his partner's body through touch alone. "I can understand you no better than you me when that happens. It is a rarer occurrence than the expulsion of ink, but simply another way I am marked by my curse. I didn't mean to keep it from you, so much as just never thought about it. It has been some time since it happened."
Maybe Glacius truly was holding it at bay, he thinks. Glacius does keep him safe from many things -- and he might have to do so soon, as a shadow looms just on the edges of the Mote's light. Carlisle's poor vision means he doesn't catch it on his periphery, but someone with keener eyes might be able to see it there, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
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"I am told it is the language of the Shroud," he answers quietly, placing his hand along Glacius' middle, feeling along the dips and curves of his abdomen idly, as though seeking to memorize his partner's body through touch alone. "I can understand you no better than you me when that happens. It is a rarer occurrence than the expulsion of ink, but simply another way I am marked by my curse. I didn't mean to keep it from you, so much as just never thought about it. It has been some time since it happened."
Maybe Glacius truly was holding it at bay, he thinks. Glacius does keep him safe from many things -- and he might have to do so soon, as a shadow looms just on the edges of the Mote's light. Carlisle's poor vision means he doesn't catch it on his periphery, but someone with keener eyes might be able to see it there, waiting for an opportunity to strike.