[ She'd noticed that his nose had always been a little crooked since they'd met, but she'd never asked why — never probed about something like that. It wasn't important, in her mind; she never minded the fact his nose was crooked. It was quite devil-may-care, in a way, really.
But the ominous and painfully familiar sounds of clicks makes her sit up a little straighter, her expression grave as her Omni plays out the memory to her. This isn't the first time it's happened. She's seen a memory of Maul's, others have seen a memory of hers. She knows this won't be good, and it comes with the quiet and horrified understanding she knows just who is clicking at Peter here.
The moment is fraught, and she flinches back as he painfully contorts — the horror of his classmates around him, a girl asking if he can breathe. She doesn't want to watch, but she can't not. She's frightened for him, shifting back from her Omni screen — almost cowering, not realising her breathing's grown shallow and rapid in dizzying panic.
Her hands go to her ears on the first slam of his head, and the second makes her cry out softly — the moment snapping and the sound of Peter's screams filling the air, blood pouring from his face, his nose. Luna scrambles to turn the Omni off, scrambling to her feet from where she'd been sitting down at her desk in her bedroom. And she knows: he broke his nose. Paimon broke his nose.
A shaking hand goes to her face, brushes over the bridge of her own nose — a faded scar that still sits there. He broke her nose, too. When he'd tried to... tried to get inside her. When she was we for one brief, intense, painful moment. It went wrong. She lets out a shuddering breath; still dizzy, she feels ill, her eyes glossing over — but yet eerily calm as she stands for a long moment. He broke them both.
Her hand drops to her face as she turns towards her door, her feet move without thinking — her hand finds the handle, opens it. She calls out to him, stepping out into the hallway. There's urgency in her voice to find him, to locate him to where he might be in the house — but she presses down the horror, keeps her voice steady. She doesn't want to worry him. ]
Peter—?! [ She starts down the hallway, not sure where he is. His room? Downstairs somewhere? The next floor up? ] Peter—?
action | me reminded how fuckin awful that scene is 🙃🙃🙃
But the ominous and painfully familiar sounds of clicks makes her sit up a little straighter, her expression grave as her Omni plays out the memory to her. This isn't the first time it's happened. She's seen a memory of Maul's, others have seen a memory of hers. She knows this won't be good, and it comes with the quiet and horrified understanding she knows just who is clicking at Peter here.
The moment is fraught, and she flinches back as he painfully contorts — the horror of his classmates around him, a girl asking if he can breathe. She doesn't want to watch, but she can't not. She's frightened for him, shifting back from her Omni screen — almost cowering, not realising her breathing's grown shallow and rapid in dizzying panic.
Her hands go to her ears on the first slam of his head, and the second makes her cry out softly — the moment snapping and the sound of Peter's screams filling the air, blood pouring from his face, his nose. Luna scrambles to turn the Omni off, scrambling to her feet from where she'd been sitting down at her desk in her bedroom. And she knows: he broke his nose. Paimon broke his nose.
A shaking hand goes to her face, brushes over the bridge of her own nose — a faded scar that still sits there. He broke her nose, too. When he'd tried to... tried to get inside her. When she was we for one brief, intense, painful moment. It went wrong. She lets out a shuddering breath; still dizzy, she feels ill, her eyes glossing over — but yet eerily calm as she stands for a long moment. He broke them both.
Her hand drops to her face as she turns towards her door, her feet move without thinking — her hand finds the handle, opens it. She calls out to him, stepping out into the hallway. There's urgency in her voice to find him, to locate him to where he might be in the house — but she presses down the horror, keeps her voice steady. She doesn't want to worry him. ]
Peter—?! [ She starts down the hallway, not sure where he is. His room? Downstairs somewhere? The next floor up? ] Peter—?