( It's a difficult thing to try and explain. Susurrus does know Peter's spirit, but there's much within it that can't be put into concrete form. It shifts and swirls like too many past lives, like voices that call out, muffled. Before he came to Deerington, the boy was hollowed out, almost completely. Enough that the Other could fill him up, and while the power of the Dream initially kept Peter's spirit alive while bringing him to Deerington, it was... precarious in the months to follow. If Luna hadn't acted when she did, Peter's spirit truly might have been lost.
Then there was the rebirth to this place, Trench. And Peter and the Other were born into something Else, together. So much is wound into some complicated thread of power and identity and memory. There are several days Peter isn't fully Peter, and days Paimon is one of many different voices. There are days they're too full, and days they're too empty. And inside, some power... waits. Made stronger by this place, still not fully uncovered, but.... )
There wassss a brightnessssss before. Murky. Beneath the dark. Beneath the wet. Could barely ssssseeeeee it.
( There are images of black water, and something hardly visible, so deep beneath the surface, pale and unmoving. Less of a light than a faded glow. )
Now... the brightnessssss issss more. My Boy... and my Other... both... wider eyessss. More open. )
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Then there was the rebirth to this place, Trench. And Peter and the Other were born into something Else, together. So much is wound into some complicated thread of power and identity and memory. There are several days Peter isn't fully Peter, and days Paimon is one of many different voices. There are days they're too full, and days they're too empty. And inside, some power... waits. Made stronger by this place, still not fully uncovered, but.... )
There wassss a brightnessssss before. Murky. Beneath the dark. Beneath the wet. Could barely ssssseeeeee it.
( There are images of black water, and something hardly visible, so deep beneath the surface, pale and unmoving. Less of a light than a faded glow. )
Now... the brightnessssss issss more. My Boy... and my Other... both... wider eyessss. More open. )