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Event Log: A Blustery Day

Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Blustery Day event
Where: All over the city!
When: June 15th-17th
Warnings: Harsh weather conditions

Good morning and welcome to your Hadriel Weather Forecast! On the doppler today is a high chance of rainfall, coupled with dark, angry clouds, and even some hail an rumbling of wayward thunder! If you're wondering "we're in a cave, how can we have weather in a cave", then congratulations, you're doing exactly what Confusion wants you to do! Which is- you know, be confused.

For the next few days, the weather will be aggressively stormy, with severity ranging from 'mild annoyance' to full-on 'batten down the hatches and hold on'. While no tornadoes will touch down, you might want to prepare yourselves for a few dashes of lightning, winds that could knock you over, and golfball-sized hail ready to cause a couple of bruises and broken windows!

Speaking of which, are any of these houses weatherproofed? You... uh, might want to look into that, if you've got the time. Surely a few friends could help you out- just make sure you stay warm and dry! The shops aren't stocked with any new coats or anything, so you'll have to make do with what you've got. Maybe some of you still have your ugly christmas sweaters!

► This log covers June 15th-June 17th.
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"Ah, well, gentle snowfall is still beautiful," Glacius purrs, trying to imagine what it must have been like for Carlisle's town. A secluded little village, nestled at the foot of some mountains, delicate white flakes drifting elegantly through the air as the sky turns grey and brisk. The alien takes a deep breath and exhales, as if he could feel the frigid winter air in his gills and lungs right now. "I would love to see a winter in Bear Den, if not just to know what it was like for the place where you grew up. So tell me--what constitutes a winter wardrobe for you? Is this thick fur not satisfactory? I can keep my eyes out should anything appear in the stores, if you tell me what to look for..."

"Ah, no no," Carlisle is quick to say, not wanting to trouble Glacius too much. "This is fine. The furs you've brought back from the caves are quite nice, and would be even more so in the hands of an adequate tailor. What I meant was, ah. I had more religious vestments and such. And a few pieces that, um."

He bows his head just a little, his face reddening as he scratches at his temple -- his hair is still a mess. "Well, I liked them for reasons not entirely practical, but rather that I thought I looked fetching in them. I didn't wear much aside from my clerical garb, but when I did, I hoped to look at least somewhat presentable."

And that was a true feat when standing next to the incredible figures that were his uncles.

At first Glacius just tilts his head and listens patiently, but as Carlisle continues explaining and actually expresses some manner of pride in himself, the alien grins coyly. He knows his partner prefers to keep himself well-dressed and neatly trimmed, as it's a way of controlling what parts of his self-image he's able to... but to hear the often self-depreciating clergyman express such a preference is new and pleasing to the alien.

"Oh, now you certainly have my attention!" the ice alien rumbles, lowering his head to butt against his partner's cheekbone. It's a surprisingly rambunctious gesture; even this level of cold must be invigorating him, but when one considers that perfectly temperate environments feel warm and suffocating to the alien, perhaps that's not surprising. "I already find you fetching," and the fact that he's saying this while Carlisle's hair is currently rather bedraggled is not lost on him, nor does it change anything, "So I can only imagine how these garments must have looked. Tell me more."

Glacius' nudge nearly knocks Carlisle into the rain from how eager it is; he holds onto the alien's arm to keep himself from being pushed into the wet weather, his face still red.

"Well, um. I had a dress robe for one. That'd be considered the most formal of outfits where I'm from, given my profession and standing in society. Well, my standing because of my name, not er. You know."

Without his name, he'd have probably died sooner. His lineage is both a blessing and a curse, as it gave him access to the best doctors and healers, but also put upon him heavy standards, lofty goals he could never hope to achieve. No matter what he does, he is the downfall of the Longinmouth line, and he knows that well.

"I did have a pair of boots I rather liked that Uncle Boris made for," he continues, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smile. "Not exactly fetching, but they were made from the paws of a great beast. They were supposed to go with the cape I have, you see, so that when I wore both, I could disguise both my body and my tracks. Quite a clever trick."

Woops. Glacius hadn't meant to upset his partner's footing, and goes quite still when Carlisle grabs on to him in hopes that it will help him find purchase. Once the clergyman is more or less stabilized, the alien lets out a quiet warbling sound, one that sounds rather apologetic in tone.

"Ah, a dress robe--I think I know that that might look like. Some leaders of other species that made up the Alliance of Worlds like that sort of garb. As for my own leaders, they preferred elegant draperies and long, regal capes... not the sort of thing a simple warrior and marshal such as myself would presume to wear."

The simple but elegant sash that Emily made for him suit someone of his position much better... but he knows deep down that she would have thought him worthy of even the most resplendent, ornate garments. The sash was simply the best combination of fashion and practicality for someone who spent as much time finding as he did, lacking any loose bits that could tangle his limbs... and... he hadn't worn it since her disappearance. He could hardly even bear to look at it.

Glacius lets out a shuddering sigh, butting against Carlisle again--more gently this time. "I'm sure you looked marvelous in your formalwear--and those cape and boots are interesting, too. Tell me, was it an enchantment that gave them those camouflaging properties, or was it some innate property of the beast that the pelt and claws once belonged to?"

Carlisle's brow knits when Glacius demeans himself as being a simple warrior -- in the clergyman's mind, he is much more -- but he says nothing of it. His mind goes to the sash as well when he mentions capes and draperies, as he has wondered if Glacius would ever wear it again. Given the meaning it has for him, and who made it, Carlisle assumes not. The alien never has seen himself in the same light with which Emily saw him. Perhaps he never will, either; Carlisle cannot say he's entirely unfamiliar with that.

As disappointed as he may be at such a turn of events, Carlisle cannot stay that way when Glacius butts against him once more. "The boots were not enchanted, but the cape itself is, by my Uncle Benistad. I'd show you, but I'm afraid its illusion only works on those of weaker wills and simpler minds. A keen warrior such as yourself would have no trouble seeing through such things."

He can't help but want to try to bolster his partner's spirits with that last bit.

"Flatterer," Glacius chuckles softly, but he isn't denying that he appreciates the sentiments. In fact, he clearly does, if the way he nuzzles against his partner one more time is any indication.

"It's fascinating to get a deeper look into the world of magic and enchantments through you," the alien notes, flicking a glance over at Carlisle. "I had limited exposure to it back on earth, but it was the sort of thing that reanimated skeletons or granted immortality to a crazed sorcerer suffering rot and desiccation... that laid curses and created powerful artifacts. All just... truly awful things. To hear that it can be used in more ways is heartening. What are some other ways you like to utilize your abilities, or that you have seen that have helped or inspired you?"

The description of necromancy alone is enough to elicit a shudder from Carlisle, one that starts at the back of his neck and runs down his spine, raising his hackles as it goes.

"Well, as I have said before, the positive energies found in healing magic can be turned against such necrotic atrocities," he remarks. "Pendlebrook Brimstone, while no healer, often spoke of finding both ways in which one could use magic. He meant that for every use a spell has, there is the potential to be a spell of the opposite use inherent within it. One only has to experiment and discover for themselves what that may be."

"Yes, I remember you mentioning that," Glacius murmurs; he notices the shudder, but doesn't question his partner on it as he gets caught up wondering if Carlisle's powers would even work on those troublesome foes from his world. He's not particularly concerned by Spinal; the skeleton was more akin to Sato in that he was an agent of chaos--a powerful nuisance, but one that the otherworldly warrior wasn't terribly involved with. Kan-Ra, on the other hand, kept cropping up time and time again, meddling with forces he didn't understand and coveting the alien's technology. Having a means to put the cursed one down for good would take a huge load off of Glacius' back... but Kan-Ra was a powerful sorcerer in his own right. Would healing magics be enough to break that curse?

The alien doesn't know, and he supposes it's a non-issue as he would never force his partner into conflict with two beings that were equal parts dangerous and unpredictable. They were his problems to deal with... he'd find a way to do it on his own, so that he didn't have to put anyone else at risk. Besides, who's to say that Carlisle would even want to go back with him, when faced with the choice between the familiarity of his own world or the dangers of an entirely new one?

If the alien ever did make it back to his world he's fairly certain it means that he would be alone again... and he tries to tell himself that's for the better, as the earth of his world is brutal and ruthless, and no one that he cares about deserves to have to face that... but he can't quite manage to swallow down the feeling of disappointment and utter sadness that instills in him. Any further questioning Glacius might have had on the subject of Carlisle's magic (or his personal hero) drift from the alien's mind as silence falls between them.

"Brimstone," Carlisle continues without missing a beat, "practiced with as many elements as possible to find such alternative paths for evocation, the art of manifestation. For example, did you know that when one has such a fine control over water, they can not only conjure it and use it to to drench a person, but they can also pull the water right off of them again with the correct summoning incantation? And even further, they could pull the water right out of the body, leaving an enemy dehydrated or worse! Masters of evocation need not conjure elements right out of the nether, but can save their energies by using what is around them in a pinch. The same can be done for all..."

Carlisle trails off as he glances up at Glacius and notes his silence. "What? What is it?"

Carlisle's gentle questioning seems to pull Glacius out of his thoughts. The big alien smiles down at his partner, but the expression seems a little more... distant, or perhaps uncertain, than usual.

"Oh, ah. I was just trying to puzzle out in my head how your powers might fare against some old foes from my world," the otherworldly being explains. It's an honest answer, but one that doesn't quite explain the depths of his ruminations.

It's the knowledge that Carlisle will probably be able to tell (and might be hurt or concerned by his reticence) combined with his natural drive towards honesty that pushes him to consider how to broach the follow-up issue. Though a part of him would rather leave it unspoken, as he knows that the clergyman spends enough time worrying about the future and what may inevitably pry him apart, he doesn't want to brush this under the rug-- especially when Glacius finds himself considering taking a formal step to make their relationship a more permanent bonding. With that in mind, shouldn't he be trying to think into the future whenever possible, to plan for any difficulties that they may face so that they can find a way to overcome them?

Feeling another pause beginning to stretch between them, the ice alien shakes his head, holding his hand above the door to the Spire so that Carlisle can open it and move inside. "Don't worry--I'd never make you fight my fights. But that has lead me to other considerations, and I feel they would be better discussed indoors, after you have made yourself more comfortable."

Other considerations? That makes Carlisle smile nervously as he steps inside, pulling the fur tighter around him.

"Of course," he says, picking up on the conversation in the next gap of silence, "though I do hope these, er, other considerations are not plans for what we would do should one of your old foes arrive in this place. I would like to assume the false gods would not be so cruel, but they have proven themselves to be so many times over."

And there's that worrying about the future Carlisle does. He holds up a hand defensively. "Though if one did appear, I know you would not make me fight them. I would, however, endeavor to stand by your side, should such an occurrence come to be. I- I could help."

Somehow. He wants to help, even if he's not sure his courage would hold out.

That, at least, just gets a more genuine smile from the alien. "I know you would... because you already have. Cinder was certainly an old foe, the most damaging conflict of my life, and you did not hesitate to aid me. You will have my eternal gratitude for that, my partner."

Once they're both inside, Glacius allows his hand to revert back to its normal form, then beckons for Carlisle to ascend the staircase with him. The rain can still be heard battering against the outside of the Spire, and the darkness of the unnatural cloud covering that's formed in the cave makes it downright gloomy inside. Luckily he's not easily unnerved, and his glowing green eyes allow him to see perfectly well; he's aware the same might not be able to be said of his partner, so he stays close to provide the human with both security and guidance.

Once they make it all the way up to their room and have locked the door beside them, Glacius crosses the living room to one of the windows to watch the downpour for a few moments. Then he swivels his head on its long curving neck and glances back to Carlisle. "So. What needs to be done to get you more comfortable? If you'd like to take a warm shower, I can put some tea on, maybe heat up some food and bring out the journals..."

Carlisle hardly has a chance to lock the door before Glacius starts in with the questions.

"A hot shower, perhaps." To wash away both the cold and the lingering feeling of sweat from their moment of passion in the shed. He follows Glacius toward the window, the room lit dimly from the illumination beyond the glass. Unlike Glacius' eyes, his no longer glow. "But that can wait until I've heard of this 'other consideration' you were talking about."

He still thinks it might be about something he can help with, some way Glacius could fend off his enemies or anyone like them even from within the cave, and in that moment, his desire to prove himself helpful outweighs his sore forearms and fastidiousness.

Edited 2017-06-30 02:17 (UTC)

Glacius turns to face Carlisle completely as the human comes to stand beside him at a window, immediately bringing one hand to his partner's back; it's both a welcoming gesture, and his way of pursuing closeness given the thoughts gnawing at his mind.

"And you shall hear it," the alien reassures, "But it's not going to be a brief conversation, I don't think. I would feel better if your needs were seen to and we were both comfortably situated together as we talk about it. Agreeable?"

Giving his partner a defeated smile, Carlisle sighs. "Fair enough."

Placing one hand atop Glacius' arm, Carlisle stretches his neck upward, standing on his toes for a brief moment to give the alien a nudge against his forehead. He then parts, laying the Coeurl fur atop the couch before heading to his room to gather a few things for his shower. As enjoyable as his more intimate moments with Glacius may be, he can still feel the layer of sweat upon him, clinging to his clothes and hair, and it bothers him more than it should.

He will definitely relax afterward, he tells himself. For now, he'll just worry privately about what it is Glacius wants to talk about. Had it been about his abilities? Or his curse? Perhaps Glacius was reconsidering what they had done with his Mote after seeing how it affected him.

Carlisle sighs again as he closes the bathroom door behind him, more heavily this time. With the way he worries, it's no wonder he's so often driven to drink.

When the door shuts behind Carlisle and the sound of running water in the bathroom joins that of the sound of falling water from outside, the alien turns and stares idly. At some point he'd like to join his partner in the shower, to sate both his curiosity and his desire for closeness... but it might be counterproductive to do so now if the clergyman is attempting to warm up, and the alien has already gotten his fair share of heat as is.

So he heaves a sigh and pushes off from the windowsill, striding back into the living room as he tries to get everything ready. At least he's an old hand at making a steaming mug of tea by now, and he knows where to go to fetch his partner's journals, papers, and pen. By the time Carlisle has finished his shower and gotten himself all tidied up, he'll see it's all been neatly set out by the couch in the den, which has also been prepared with plenty of blankets and pillows... and of course, his alien partner is there waiting for him too. Glacius is wearing an expression that's equal parts expectant and hopeful, having clearly out a lot of effort into getting everything ready for a nice, comfortable, and intimate night together, and is hoping his partner appreciates it.

"Here," the alien chirps when Carlisle steps out of the bathroom, holding up a warm sweater that he's procured from the bedroom for the clergyman to put on, "I've gotten everything ready for us, as I said I would. I hope it is to your liking; is there anything else you need?"

Carlisle takes his time in the shower -- or rather outside of it, staring down his reflection as he has done so many times before. It's not just that he's a fastidious fellow, critical of his own appearance to both the outside perspective and his own; he is carefully taking in every minute change he goes through, desperately trying to keep an eye on his health, knowing time is constantly against him.

However, he seems fine after his connection with the Mote, save for his forearms; his abdominal scars are no darker, there's no ink trailing anywhere from him. He hadn't really been using the energy, after all, and what he felt wasn't truly his, but rather a flux between them, an all-encompassing embrace that allowed them to feel one another both in mind and body. It was a conjoining of aural magic and metaphysical powers he could hardly comprehend, much less control.

But Glacius could control such energy. He'd been in capable hands, even if they'd both been on the cusp of absolute ecstasy. Carlisle knows he can trust Glacius like that, far more than he could ever trust himself with such matters.

Closing his eyes, he finally steps into the shower, letting the hot water relax both his muscles and mind. He can still feel the lingering traces of Glacius' presence around him, flowing through him when he focuses. It had been fantastic, yet frightening, incredible and intoxicating all at once. Carlisle wants to have that again -- he'd bask in it always if given the opportunity, no matter how much strain it put upon his mortal frame.

It's thoughts like that he pushes down as he finally emerges from the bathroom, knowing good and well they are not as positive as Glacius would like to entertain when it comes to his failing health. Carlisle pushes a hand through his hair -- it slides back, slick, not nearly as fixed as he'd like, but better than it was. He curls his toes into his slippers and pulls a robe over himself as he makes his way into the den.

Glacius has been busy out there -- not only has he picked out a clean sweater for Carlisle to wear, but he's set the mood with blankets, pillows, candles... quite romantic. That nervous smile Carlisle usually wears shifts into something more genuine as he slides out of the robe and takes the procured garment, pulling it on, zipping up the front to cover his chest and the deep scars across his middle. He can set aside his worry about them, for a time.

"You know," he starts with a quiet chuckle, "I'd- I'd started thinking this talk you wanted to have might be quite serious, but now I wonder if it all that insistence I make myself comfortable was a ploy so you could set up all this."

Edited 2017-06-30 10:03 (UTC)

Carlsile might be a bit more relaxed now, but Glacius can still feel some lingering nerves within himself--very rare for a creature like himself, and nigh imperceptible given how naturally a cool-headed demeanor comes to him. He wouldn't be surprised if his partner could somehow pick up on it, though; their energies are so compatible, who's to say he wouldn't be able to detect nervous energy in some way?

At least the alien smiles back, sitting down on the couch and gesturing for the clergyman to do the same. "I wish I could say that it was just one of my ploys, but there actually is something i would like to talk to you about. When that is done, however... yes, I fully plan on taking advantage of all of this as we had initially planned."

That is, unless this really goes sideways, and his worries about the future lead Carlisle to feel as though they don't have enough of one to want to reconsider what they're getting into. The alien's gelatinous gill coverings flutter.

"Look, there's no need to keep either of us in suspense for any longer so I'll just get right into it. I know you've spent time wondering what might... come after all of this. And I know I've told you not to expend energy worrying about worst possible scenarios. I still hold to that--I am not going to forsake you, and I will continue to do whatever I can to help you stave off the effects of your curse. However..." Glacius heaves a sigh, shaking his head. "...There are still... complications to be considered. I know that... neither of us were certain about what we wanted out of this relationship when we started out, but I am now. And if I may be allowed just one moment to be bold, I think that... judging by your heartfelt sentiments about how you feel when you wait for me to return home and how you want be closer with me in any way possible, you are too. Am I... correct in my assumption? Would you like this partnership to be... something permanent, that lasts as long as it can? Were you being genuine when you said that you would walk beside me until the end of your days?"

The ice alien pauses as those complications he'd mentioned bubble up to the surface. "Because if you were, I would be overjoyed--and would return the sentiment, completely and fully. But that also means that we needs to discuss what happens after Hadriel. I long to go home, to see my people and my world again... but I also long to stand beside you, to keep this strange and significant and utterly wonderful partnership that has nourished me in ways I have never experiences before. Carlisle, I don't want to lose you," Glacius rumbles, lowering his head as he butts against his partner as if trying to get him to wrap his arms around his neck and hold on to him, "But I cannot ask you to give up your world, and I cannot ask you to come to mine when my mission has not been seen to and dangers lurk around every corner. A lone demon was hard enough on us as is, but to bring you to a world under siege by a worldwide invasion... I couldn't put you at risk like that. I don't... know what we'd do. But I want to believe there can be a way forward for us, together..."

Carlisle does take that invitation to wrap his arms around Glacius' powerful neck, but what the alien says is admittedly troubling. It's not just that Glacius' world is dangerous -- all of them are in one way or another, which has given the skittish clergyman plenty of reasons to never leave home, to never venture far from Bear Den unless absolutely necessary. His life is already due to be cut short, and if his travels through other worlds have shown him anything, it's that cruelty and bloodshed exist everywhere.

However, it's not just that Carlisle necessarily wants to return to Bear Den, either. In his time away from home, he's found things he could not have in the seclusion of his estate or his church: connections, friends, people who care about him despite what he is. His duty to his goddess stretches beyond the reaches of the planes; his responsibilities to the people of his village dictate he should return, but he's pondered it over more than once what would happen if he did not, if he were to simply vanish into the nether. They'd sell his family's things, his land; the money procured would help keep the town afloat, and easily. After all, he's been the disappointment of a proud lineage, the last in his line and the only one to fail it. His name is worth more than his life, and it always has been, from the moment he nearly died so long ago and awakened a cursed being.

Carlisle knows what he wants. It's not what they will do for the future that bothers him so much as allowing himself to have something so wonderful. He doesn't deserve such things; he will ruin them, taint anything splendid in his life with his mere presence.

"I have wondered if you would be wasting your time with me," he starts with a sigh. "Your life is so long, and mine, by comparison, is but a drop in a vast ocean. You would suffer through my inevitable death, and for what?"

That all sounds so melancholic, yet as he pulls his hand back to his partner's face, to that scar, he presses the bridge of his nose to Glacius' jawline. "But if you would have me for that time... I meant it. I meant what I said. I would perhaps disappoint my bloodline, but I would go anywhere you would have me, Glacius. Perhaps my life would be longer if I were to stay in my world, but... but what kind of life would that be without you?"

"You wouldn't disappoint your bloodline," Glacius murmurs out as Carlisle presses the bridge of his nose to his scar; the gesture soothes, as does being held in the clergyman's arms like this. "The only people you would disappoint would be those who never gave you a chance to begin with, and you owe them nothing, not after they so blindly judged you. So please... come with me. I meant what I said too, in wanting to hold on to what we have for as long as I am able. I won't let any obstacles get in the way of our being together... I will find a way to make the world safe for you, my partner."

For the alien knows what he wants too, and has for some time. He wants whatever time with the clergyman he can make. He wants their love to grow and flourish like the seeds they've carefully planted in their garden--and nothing can be grown if the ground isn't tilled first. So too will he see to preparations in this, paving the way for them to come together once more after Hadriel; his labors on earth may be more complicated and far more dangerous, but it has always been his intent to see them through. This doesn't change anything... save to give him even more to look forward to when he can finally lower his lance and let his shatters lay dormant beneath the ground.

Carlisle sighs against Glacius, his fingers curling against the alien's icy shell. They may be talking of a promising future, yet he still sounds so uncertain.

"Do you—" He stops, trying again, quieter in case the false gods might hear him. "Do you think we will be given such a choice in leaving this place? I was not when pulled from Bear Den, nor when I was spirited from the jungle near the crash of the Tranquility. When you are home, you will presumably have such ways to traverse the stars and vault such incredible distances, but..."

He trails off -- the thought of interstellar travel is still troubling in ways he still struggles to express. The inky void beyond the reaches of the sky, so frighteningly immense that he cannot even fathom measuring it, makes him nervous, as many things do. This, however, is worse; it threatens to swallow him whole, to suffocate him in its depths.

"But how would you find me?" he finishes. "How would you know which world, of all that you could visit, was mine? And if the Carlisle you could come across there is truly me? If there are others, other yous and other mes as we have seen, how could we find one another again?"

"That," Glacius rumbles out as he rubs back against his partner's take on a kiss, seeking reassurance for the both of them through the intimate contact, "Is what this glyph will be for. But I cannot say any more on that subject--it is not the proper way of things. But you trust me, do you not? Not just in this relationship, but to find my way back to you no matter what obstacles stand in our way."

The alien pauses, nuzzling Carlisle again as he considers some of the worries. It's his duty to relieve them, as it always has been since they entered into this, so after one last nuzzle he pulls away from the bridge of the clergyman's nose to press their foreheads together so that he can look his partner in the eyes. His expression is considerate, but reassuring. "I know the stars may seem vast, my partner, and the ways of the universe mysterious and hard sometimes. But my people have been accustomed to all of that, and have come up with ingenious ways to make it all less so. These efforts combined with the connection that lays between us means that there is nothing that cannot be overcome. Take heart in that, and have faith. I know that at least is something you are familiar with."

As clergy, faith is indeed something with which Carlisle is familiar. His goddess may be monstrous and aloof, but at times, faith was all Carlisle had in life, the very thread that kept him tied to the realm of the living.

He has more now, though -- so much more that he ever imagined possible, and certainly more than he's ever felt he deserved. Even back home, he knew he ought not be the object of everyone's malice, as it wasn't his choice to be so afflicted; however, he was utterly convinced that, given his condition, he had earned their distrust. He wouldn't have trusted himself, either -- and still, to this day, often doesn't.

He nods against Glacius, his forehead pressed tightly to his partner's in one of their more affectionate gestures. Though he wonders just how the glyph will help them find one another, he decides to save his questions for later. "I trust you more than I trust myself, Glacius. If you say there is a way, then I shall endeavor to believe it."

Edited 2017-07-02 04:50 (UTC)

To be fair, Glacius could be considered monstrous by some who are not familiar to him, and certainly acts aloof--though perhaps he is becoming less so of both those things the more Carlisle gets to know him. Even now he's clearly affected by his partner's worries, doing what he can to relieve them without giving away too much. He wants to honor this relationship with the proper cultural tenets of his own people; given how closely he guards them, that's saying a lot.

"Good. And if you ever need reassurance, you know you can come to me," the alien purrs, slipping one hand up to the back of his partner's head and giving the shorn region some gentle skritches. "Now... are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make our passionate evening a little more somber, but... talking about this was important to me. I want to plan for our future. It's... not something I've ever had much of a reason to look to, so... thank you for giving me that."

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