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Carlisle Cullen ([personal profile] doctorfang) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs 2012-12-16 03:27 pm (UTC)

december 16 | morning | ota

[It is a curious thing, finding oneself in unfamiliar territory. Of course, that is not to say this is something that occurs to Carlisle often (at all, really), but he has always been one who can accept the curiousness behind any situation. The physical pain in itself is the most alarming occurrence, as it is a feeling that virtually remains unknown to his kind. At any other time, Carlisle would very easily have many, many questions, but he is well-aware that that is not a luxury currently available to him.

Carlisle pushes himself to his feet, simply to ease some of the disorientation of laying on the ground, being assaulted by the sudden overwhelming scents of grass and dirt. But he refuses to move quickly, as others of his kind might - truly, moving at a human pace makes things oddly comforting. He brushes away any traces of dirt that may cling to his clothing, almost self-consciously averting his gaze from the crater he no doubt left behind. Pain continues to accompany, and that encourages some concern.

There are two sides to his worry. The other remains back home, with the preparations to face the newborn army. The very thought of his family facing that terrifying, unfortunate disaster without him... A shudder passes through Carlisle’s frame at the thought of Esme, alone, and... well, certainly not defenseless. Jasper had made well-aware of that. That and basic instinct - he attempts to relax with these thoughts, replace the troubles from his face before he turns to speak with the person approaching him. No need for others to become pressed with worries meant solely for himself.]

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