[Carlisle would argue that he's not trying to do himself any favors — that'd defeat this purpose of his being here — but her hug takes him by surprise, his entire frame trembling against her as he fights the instinct to push her away. It's not that such contact is entirely unwelcome, especially from someone he trusts — it's that he, as always, is afraid of what may happen if he allows himself even a moment of undeserved emotion. After all, Kieran hugged him, and disappeared soon after. What if the misfortune that comes with his affliction impacts Poison next? What if she's the next to vanish?
Carlisle is indeed scared of losing control, but he's almost more scared of losing people. Whether it's because of his untempered abilities or his affliction, the result is the same: he is at fault.
That thought makes him angry, bitter. He fights that too, knowing what those feelings lead to, knowing where they come from.]
I have be practicing, but—
[His eyes turn to the woods on his periphery, the dead patch of trees among the living greenery still a sore subject. The trunks are dried and withered, their branches twisted and bare; the grass around them is decayed, making a rough circle from where he lost control. He could have hurt Ami, or Pratt, or the hens, but he got lucky. His luck will eventually run out — he never has had much of it.
One thing is certain: Poison cannot be here for that.]
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Carlisle is indeed scared of losing control, but he's almost more scared of losing people. Whether it's because of his untempered abilities or his affliction, the result is the same: he is at fault.
That thought makes him angry, bitter. He fights that too, knowing what those feelings lead to, knowing where they come from.]
I have be practicing, but—
[His eyes turn to the woods on his periphery, the dead patch of trees among the living greenery still a sore subject. The trunks are dried and withered, their branches twisted and bare; the grass around them is decayed, making a rough circle from where he lost control. He could have hurt Ami, or Pratt, or the hens, but he got lucky. His luck will eventually run out — he never has had much of it.
One thing is certain: Poison cannot be here for that.]