[ There's movement upstairs, and she pauses in the hallway for a long moment as Peter makes his way to the staircase that separates this floor to the one up above. She looks up, follows his movements. He's almost them when she turns, starts towards him to meet him at the bottom of the staircase. But she stops short when he asks, worrying in his expression: everything okay?
She stands frozen, unsure how to answer the question. Only stares at him, her gaze raising to his face — catching his own before she looks towards his nose. It's never been terribly noticeable, but it's clear that its a nose that's previously been broken — a long time ago, now. Perhaps it might always look that way: the reminder of a brutal action taken against him. And it's a sharp sting; it had been an accident with her, something lost in the chaos of a botched attempt of possession. Paimon hadn't meant to, he'd been sorry, and sorry still — she'd fixed the break, but a mark still remained where the skin had split, now much faded over time.
But something that sits deep in her stomach knows it wasn't the same story for Peter. Her lips purse for another long moment with that thought. She feels a little breathless now she can see him, still reeling from the memory. Oddly dizzy and a somewhat nauseous. She doesn't want the demon around, not right now. Even if this memory might be related to Paimon, she doesn't want him listening to this. ]
Dormiens regem. [ Quietly spoken, almost a whisper; she waits a moment for it to be heard and obeyed. Then with a thick swallow, her hands mutely reach upwards and out for him. The tremble in her fingers gives her away as they find his face, gently coaxing it down towards her — standing up on tip-toe to press her mouth to the bridge of his nose.
The kiss is brief, with her usual gentleness. But there's something else there in it, something poignant. Something soft and careful, almost in counter-weight to the violence she'd just seen. She still doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how quite to sound it out, even if the words are there: 'Paimon broke your nose.'
Her hands move from his face as she pulls away from the kiss, sliding back over his shoulders to pull him into a quietly desperate hug. She's silent for another long moment before she can bring herself to speak, murmuring it into his shoulder: ]
hitting this back to personally attack u
She stands frozen, unsure how to answer the question. Only stares at him, her gaze raising to his face — catching his own before she looks towards his nose. It's never been terribly noticeable, but it's clear that its a nose that's previously been broken — a long time ago, now. Perhaps it might always look that way: the reminder of a brutal action taken against him. And it's a sharp sting; it had been an accident with her, something lost in the chaos of a botched attempt of possession. Paimon hadn't meant to, he'd been sorry, and sorry still — she'd fixed the break, but a mark still remained where the skin had split, now much faded over time.
But something that sits deep in her stomach knows it wasn't the same story for Peter. Her lips purse for another long moment with that thought. She feels a little breathless now she can see him, still reeling from the memory. Oddly dizzy and a somewhat nauseous. She doesn't want the demon around, not right now. Even if this memory might be related to Paimon, she doesn't want him listening to this. ]
Dormiens regem. [ Quietly spoken, almost a whisper; she waits a moment for it to be heard and obeyed. Then with a thick swallow, her hands mutely reach upwards and out for him. The tremble in her fingers gives her away as they find his face, gently coaxing it down towards her — standing up on tip-toe to press her mouth to the bridge of his nose.
The kiss is brief, with her usual gentleness. But there's something else there in it, something poignant. Something soft and careful, almost in counter-weight to the violence she'd just seen. She still doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how quite to sound it out, even if the words are there: 'Paimon broke your nose.'
Her hands move from his face as she pulls away from the kiss, sliding back over his shoulders to pull him into a quietly desperate hug. She's silent for another long moment before she can bring herself to speak, murmuring it into his shoulder: ]
Don't disappear. [ Please don't... mentally check out her. ] ...I saw something.