The words crowd his mouth, and his mind. The staggering silence and cacophony of things to say, or reactions to the flood of Carlisle's unstoppered mental vitriol. His century old memories are pale compared to these emotions.
"You are not in Volterra."
But he'd never spoken nor shared coming here before.
no subject
This is not his Carlisle.
The words crowd his mouth, and his mind. The staggering silence and cacophony of things to say, or reactions to the flood of Carlisle's unstoppered mental vitriol. His century old memories are pale compared to these emotions.
"You are not in Volterra."
But he'd never spoken nor shared coming here before.