( There are certain rooms of the house that Peter doesn't really go to. Much of the space is now unused, given it's just the two of them living here, even if the memories of a more full house still exist β pieces and snippets of conversation that he'd picked up on throughout the month when he'd graze his fingers against a countertop or touch the frame of a door. A time when Luna lived here with others from her world, back in Deerington.
And visitors, too. The particular ability that his Darkblood gives him this month lets him hear all kinds of things from the past. People who'd come over to her home back then. There's been a quiet delight in listening to some of Luna's conversations from the past, whether they're with other people or softly voiced things to herself. But he's also grown careful about resting his hand against random pieces of furniture, and he knows which places to avoid. Because he'd caught glimpses of their voices: Louis, Diarmuid, Ben, and no matter how much time passes, it still hurts too muchβ
He does wander, though. He's found a safe place upstairs, in the study space that he doesn't use too much. He's sitting down on the floor, cross-legged and comfortable among a bag of candies and some comic books from the book shop that recently opened. Superheroes were never really his thing, but it's something to do β some mindless entertainment. There's some odd, prickling awareness that maybe Paimon's entertained, too: the colours, the styles, the exaggerated facial expressions, catching the demon's attention. Peter's eyes drag over each panel, slowly, a little dazed as he reaches for another piece of candy and slides it to his mouth.
Then he hears her calling his name from downstairs. Peter slowly sets the comic down and stands up, bringing his candies with him as he makes his way to the stairs to step down them and find her at the end of the hall. Though Luna keeps her voice steady, Peter's initial response will always be worry; his own voice is casual in itself, but there's no mistaking the way he looks her over almost as though expecting there to be something wrong. )
JustCoupleThings: matching broken noses from demonic possession π
And visitors, too. The particular ability that his Darkblood gives him this month lets him hear all kinds of things from the past. People who'd come over to her home back then. There's been a quiet delight in listening to some of Luna's conversations from the past, whether they're with other people or softly voiced things to herself. But he's also grown careful about resting his hand against random pieces of furniture, and he knows which places to avoid. Because he'd caught glimpses of their voices: Louis, Diarmuid, Ben, and no matter how much time passes, it still hurts too muchβ
He does wander, though. He's found a safe place upstairs, in the study space that he doesn't use too much. He's sitting down on the floor, cross-legged and comfortable among a bag of candies and some comic books from the book shop that recently opened. Superheroes were never really his thing, but it's something to do β some mindless entertainment. There's some odd, prickling awareness that maybe Paimon's entertained, too: the colours, the styles, the exaggerated facial expressions, catching the demon's attention. Peter's eyes drag over each panel, slowly, a little dazed as he reaches for another piece of candy and slides it to his mouth.
Then he hears her calling his name from downstairs. Peter slowly sets the comic down and stands up, bringing his candies with him as he makes his way to the stairs to step down them and find her at the end of the hall. Though Luna keeps her voice steady, Peter's initial response will always be worry; his own voice is casual in itself, but there's no mistaking the way he looks her over almost as though expecting there to be something wrong. )
Hey, everything okay?