[ It's a strange little moment, finding him here where it appears there's no apparent or sudden danger at all. He's just... here, for some reason. When he's not really... meant to be (?). It leaves her with questions, ones she can't quite form through the haze of sleepiness. There's a quiet little grumbling with the clarification. No, it's not morning. It's far too early to be awake, it seems. She inhales slowly, her brow furrowing for a long moment as she nestles her head in the pillow once more and then sighs. She's tired, still. Wants to sleep a little more; Paimon's hushed assurances she's safe to do so are all she needs to hear, content to drift off once more. Perhaps he'll sleep, too. Or move to get out of bed to go do whatever it is he gets up to in the middle of the night.
But she doesn't, hearing the mention of a bad dream. Her eyes open a little more and she across at him curiously for a few moments. Her dream was scary, he... fixed it. Luna's expression shifts into uncertainty, taking a moment to recall. What had she been dreaming about...? ]
I was having a nightmare. [ She voices it softly, with that slow-dawning realisation. It feels so strange; to have a nightmare and to not wake up so disturbed and distressed. Even the ones that wouldn't have her up, crying and panicked, would have her waking in the mornings feeling uncomfortable, a little internally shaken before she would wake herself up and carry on with her day.
She's quiet for a long moment, recollecting; moving slowly, the rising panic, Maul. Peter's — not Peter — hands at her throat. And then... colour, softness; the warm fragrant breeze of a field of wildflowers, some fantastical place. ]
It changed. That... was you—? You did that—? [ She's stunned, even in the hushedness of her voice. Paimon... knew she was having a nightmare. ] That's... that's why I feel, I don't know.... good? Calm—? You did that.
[ Emotional support is not a concept she's unfamiliar with, considering her relationship with him, her bond. Offering that steadiness is something she's already experienced in ways, he's given that to her before. That he's sensitive to her, her emotions. But... dreams—? He can see her dreams—? She's sure, in some sleepy recollection, she remembers something about dreams. Still, it's not something she realised he was capable of, it's... new. ]
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But she doesn't, hearing the mention of a bad dream. Her eyes open a little more and she across at him curiously for a few moments. Her dream was scary, he... fixed it. Luna's expression shifts into uncertainty, taking a moment to recall. What had she been dreaming about...? ]
I was having a nightmare. [ She voices it softly, with that slow-dawning realisation. It feels so strange; to have a nightmare and to not wake up so disturbed and distressed. Even the ones that wouldn't have her up, crying and panicked, would have her waking in the mornings feeling uncomfortable, a little internally shaken before she would wake herself up and carry on with her day.
She's quiet for a long moment, recollecting; moving slowly, the rising panic, Maul. Peter's — not Peter — hands at her throat. And then... colour, softness; the warm fragrant breeze of a field of wildflowers, some fantastical place. ]
It changed. That... was you—? You did that—? [ She's stunned, even in the hushedness of her voice. Paimon... knew she was having a nightmare. ] That's... that's why I feel, I don't know.... good? Calm—? You did that.
[ Emotional support is not a concept she's unfamiliar with, considering her relationship with him, her bond. Offering that steadiness is something she's already experienced in ways, he's given that to her before. That he's sensitive to her, her emotions. But... dreams—? He can see her dreams—? She's sure, in some sleepy recollection, she remembers something about dreams. Still, it's not something she realised he was capable of, it's... new. ]
I didn't know you could do that.