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the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
here's some nice πππ¦π¨π§ πππ for you
I will be careful. ( He promises, slowly moving to stand up. ) Wait here, my witch.... Rest your body for a moment. I shall return.
( It's said very solemnly, as though he's about to embark on an important quest... and with that, the demon moves to the kitchen, a quiet presence against the wooden floors.
This is, of course, his first time making tea..... but he's watched Luna do it before, always the quiet observer. So he's very carefully turning on the stove and setting the water to boil, imitating what he's seen his witch do. He is very good at following steps if he knows what's meant to happen next, and his time at the bakery has given him some added experience with that, too. He's also very meticulous when it comes to arranging things, setting what he'll need neatly down on the counter β cup, spoon, milk, sugar, whatever it is that Luna's used for her tea in the past.
The heating process is made considerably shorter by the fact he ends up holding his hand over the water to finish boiling it faster β pyrokinetic powers can be used for things other then destruction! β and is sure to turn the stove off before he begins to actually prepare the tea. When he gets to the point he's pouring the water over the teabag the way he's seen Luna do, his eyes are wide and intense, focused. This is extremely important. It must be made exactly to suit his witch's tastes.
.....Now. The thing is. While he's observed just how much sweetening Luna may prefer for her tea (and it's certainly not as much as he's about to put in), Paimon knows his witch has a tremendous sweet tooth, and his way of thinking is along the lines that the sweeter it is, the more meaningful the gesture will be. He doesn't quite understand that it doesn't work that way when it comes to human tastebuds.
Which is to say that Paimon ends up putting an obscene amount of sugar in. Is it around 15 spoonfuls or so? Yes. Yes, it is.
And after stirring it delicately with the spoon... he's finished with his task. Fingers wrapped carefully around the hot mug, the demon returns to Luna, reaching to slowly hand her the tea. )
I have made it to your liking....
( RIP, Luna. )
yaaaay.....
It's... a nice gesture. Being made tea. Luna smiles kindly, nodding as he gets up to head out the room. She sits quietly, hands pressed between her knees β listening intently for the sounds of him moving about in the kitchen. It's not that she doesn't trust him with the task, but she's listening just in case things might go awry. Certainly he's watched her do something like making tea plenty of times, but he's... never actually done it himself. And it is something involving the stove, after all. He did say he'd be careful, but... well β accidents happen, don't they?
He returns quicker than she thought he'd take, surprise passing over her face as she takes the mug from him with a soft thank you. It looks pretty much like tea, and everything seems to have gone smoothly. Until... she brings the mug to her lips. Immediately, she realises there's something... a little bit wrong. A mix of sickening levels of sweetness of the liquid but the very noticeable grainy texture to it. Luna startles slightly, makes a soft little sound as she pulls the mug away from her lips. There's a moment where she sits, mouthful of tea, not sure what to do. Spitting it out is not an answer, that would be rude.
So she... gently tries to just... force the mouthful down β doing her best not to wince at the sweetness. She does enjoy her sugar in tea, but this is.... Merlin. ]
... Paimon, did you count how many sugars you put in this? [ She twists the mug, tries to turn the liquid. It... looks a little sludgy. Maybe she can stir it a little bit? Try to get rid of some of the sugar that way?
Her right hand shifts over the top of the mug, barely an inch or two off the surface of the liquid within it. With a couple moments of intense concentration to get things going, she starts drawing tiny circles in the air above the tea β a slow, gentle stirring motion. After a few seconds, the liquid begins to swirl in the mug; a tiny vortex churning away. Hopefully that will help. ]
It's... it's a very kind gesture thank you. [ She clears her throat, politely holding onto the mug with one hand as she continues to stir the tea with the little wandless spell. ]
What was it that you wanted to speak to me about?
no subject
I did not count, but rather felt what was right. I would not place restrictions on it.... not for your tastes.
( Which is perhaps the most horrifying answer he could give, despite the fact he thinks it's the best one. He's sitting up attentively, hands folded politely into his lap again. Then he's watching Luna use magic to stir the tea, transfixed by that for a long moment, dark eyes slowly following the motions of her finger, around and around. )
I am pleased it has your favour, ( he hums, eyes sparkling. He.... fully thinks Luna approves of this special tea. He's very proud.... but he's soon enough sobering again at the question. He knows this will be a subject his witch will meet with concern, and he tries to approach it as safely as possible. )
Before I tell you, know that there is no danger. I have protected my vessel for you; he is unharmed. In fact, he does not know this happened.
....Maul approached us. With the... stone. The stone that communicates. ( ...The Omni. ) He wanted to speak with both of us, but I made my vessel go to sleep. I did not think he would be able to... handle it. So I spoke to Maul myself.
He told me that he had been made aware he was cruel to my vessel, in the ways his master was once cruel to him. He told me that he now wishes to extend his protection to my vessel instead of target him.
( As the demon speaks, he places a palm against his own chest, as though in gesture of Peter. He can feel him, sleeping, very much at peace the way he always is when he falls asleep beside Luna. )
What do you think of it, witch...?
no subject
[ Definitely something she'll need to explain another time, there's something else he wants to speak to her about. She's still very much touched by the gesture, it's very nice of him to make her tea. But... yes, important things. Ahem.
There's a pause at the mention of there being no danger, a curious look his way for a long moment. Of course it's comforting to know that whatever this is about, Peter is safe. He's alright. But even with that there's a little bit of worry because she really doesn't know where this is going. Is it something to do with last month? Something else? And then he comes out with itβ
Luna doesn't even bother to hide her displeasure at Maul's name being mentioned, her expression shifting from a gentle apprehension of where exactly this is going to a cold, flat look. Maul is the last person she'd like to talk about, in all honesty. She knows there's been some degree of progress with him, considering Varian and Usagi's post to the network a couple of months ago β although she's not heard much about all of that since.
But she's willing to hear Paimon out on what he has to say. She's not going to immediately stop such a conversation just because of her own personal distaste of the man. He needs to be given the benefit of the doubt in order to try and better himself. And it would be quite insulting to not even hear the demon out on whatever this is.
She slumps back in her seat, still quite displeased about it regardless, just trying to concentrate on her stirring spell. But she listens, her brow furrowing slightly. Maul's offering a kind of peace to Peter. Well, even that she finds hard to believe. Maul is a contradictory man; he doesn't believe in peace, thinks it's a lie. He's told her that himself. And yet here he is offering it. He seems to make his own rules about how he lives, and it's honestly frustrating just trying to figure him out. ]
I've heard things about his master, back home. Maul has not been treated kindly by him.[ She offers it quietly. Luna does feel pity for Maul in that respect; his life has not been kind to him. But perhaps he understands it wrong, and thinks his own actions to Peter are wrong with that. She hums thoughtfully. Paimon wants to know what she thinks of it all; she realises: he wants her advice. ]
If you want my honest thoughtsβ [ Which she suspect he does; of course she'll be honest with him. ] I don't trust Maul. He's someone who's lived his life seeing things as problems to destroy or things to gain for his benefit. And that's a way of life that is very difficult to come out of.
The path that John, Willow and I set him on with our curse is to try and help him with that β but it's not something that's going to happen quickly. [ Change doesn't happen overnight. It's not even been a full year since they cursed him. What a man learns over decades isn't undone so quickly. ] And because of that, I don't trust him yet. But... I do recognise that he seems to be making steps towards progress in bettering himself.
[ Offering protection to Peter is.... huge. And really, the thought of not having Peter actively targeted by Maul is really something she wants. ]
Maul offering Peter protection is... it sounds like progress, a good thing. But if you're asking me about you continuing to speak to him, and to have a relationship with him β that's your decision to make. I can't decide this for you. [ Whether Paimon wishes to have anything to do with Maul is something he has to choose for himself. Paimon is his own being; he can make his own decisions. Luna had already told him once that she wasn't going to ban him from interacting with Maul, she has far too much respect for Paimon to do that. ]
I just... I want you to be careful. [ She looks at him then, stopping her stirring spell. She's still worried; Maul is... unpredictable. And who knows what he true motives are. But she's fearful he might try to bend Paimon to his own will, back into something violent. She's willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, but the Sith Lord doesn't have the best track record.]
I don't want you being manipulated into something you're not, or used. I'm scared that might happen again.
Paimon: ππ
I shall learn more about it.... I shall experiment until The Tea is perfected. ( Maybe Peter can be used as a tea tester....
Paimon doesn't miss a beat as to Luna's reaction about Maul. The way her face shifts, cools the way it does. He fully understands why, and he isn't here to try and convince her of anything; he's genuinely only here to ask her thoughts and opinions. Paimon won't make any important decisions regarding Peter's safety without talking to her, first. So the demon watches her carefully, listens to everything she's saying. His expression remains neutral as he listens, attentive and focused, but then Luna says what she does next, and something visibly changes in the demon.
'I want you to be careful. I don't want you being manipulated into something you're not, or used. I'm scared that might happen again.'
He blinks, that wide-eyed stare broken by the gesture. His mouth opens with a soft exhale; he's clearly surprised. Like when she'd hugged him moments earlier, but he finds himself taken aback all over again. Of course he knows his witch has care for him, that he's her responsibility in a sense. But even if their bond had initially been forged from necessity on her part, she'd always taken care with him. She's never been cruel to him. Never treated him as something to be used. Like she says β 'That's your decision to make. I can't decide this for you.' β she's always allowed him to make his own choices, to have control of himself. She's guided and commanded him, but never... taken advantage of that power.
It's something Paimon's only recently really been capable of understanding; he's still struggled with it for a long time. But after the incident with Maul back in Deerington, he began to see it a bit more clearly. How... being used works. Being manipulated. How he was so easily turned into something violent and raw, something that hurt others. Hurt her. Now he knows that Peter isn't the only one in danger of being broken; Paimon has his own scarred, carved-out places, too. Places where something could dig in and ruin him.
Of course Luna would worry about it, especially after their recent Corruption. If he becomes like that again..... dangerous to her, to others. But... the fact she says "something you're not" β as though she fully knows he's not meant to be that way. Something to that concept strikes Paimon in a way he's currently able to truly see and process. She doesn't think he's something dangerous up underneath, doesn't think that's his natural state. And it feels like some expression of trust, of care, some deeper level of it. )
I.... do not want that, either. ( He says, very quietly. ) And I never wish to hurt you, again. I know Maul is capable of making that happen again if he ever chose to....that he has such abilities. But I would not allow it. I would protect myself so that I do not become used. And so that I never again harm you.
( He looks down at his fingers for a moment, slowly fiddling with them in his lap. He's.... feeling a little shy....? His ears are a bit tingly and warm at the tips, like how Peter gets sometimes. But he continues, capable of being more eloquent than he usually ever is and fueled by that warmth inside for her, wanting to tell Luna more of how he feels. )
You are my witch. My best. You are very kind to me, and.....I wish to be with you always.
( His ears are feeling really... strange, now. Paimon blinks again, and slowly lifts his hands to lightly cup them for a moment, looking up at her. He's a bit startled by the reaction, something that's quite... human. )
......My body... ( His voice drops, almost to a whisper. ) My ears are buzzing.
he got the demon dokidokis (also this was unnecessarily long)
It's been a complicated thing, this bond. It was done out of necessity, the need and want to keep Peter, to stop him being forced out or away from his own body. It was a love for Peter that pushed her to offer the bond with Paimon. It wasn't something she went into completely gladly, though. Of course she was glad to help Peter, but she's a teenager who comes from a world where demon possibly don't even exist, tying herself to a powerful demon of another world when she barely knew what do even do with that.
And it's been a struggle, trying to learn how to carry the weight of it. Learning how to navigate a relationship with the demon, trying to work out together how best to help the demon feel balance, some kind of peace with himself as he exists so brokenly with Peter. It's never been easy, though there has been pleasant moments. And sometimes even Luna has to admit to herself that she's felt out of her depth with it all.
But she has, over time, come to be protective of Paimon. He's a being in his own right, despite the less than straight-forward existence he has. Even if he isn't what he's supposed to be, he is something more than she, something beyond humans β a force that should be respected and treated with dignity. She understands he's been bent to the wills of others before her, twisted into something violent and malicious when it's not been something she's ever read in any of her research. He's been used incorrectly; she has sympathy for him.
And with that, a determination to not let him be used like that again. She does care for him, too. Their relationship might be something widely different to the one she has with Peter, but there's still a care for him. In some ways he's fragile, too. There's a want to protect him from others who don't have his best interests at heart, but to also try her best to let him be his own being. She might be here to keep him tethered, but she's not here to smother him. He's not a child; she has to trust him to make his own choices. ]
I know you've been very sorry about what happened. [ What happened back in Deerington was awful, and she knows how much he's regretful of what happened, of what he did to her. ] I do believe you when you say that, that you don't want it to ever happen again.
[ But the matter of him trying to protective himself is... difficult. She is more worried about the fact Maul may try to use Paimon somehow, and she doesn't want that. Luna's quiet for a few moments, her expression shifting to a quiet thoughtfulness as she wonders how best to advise him. ]
Consider carefully anything he asks of you. You're under no obligation to do anything and everything Maul says. [ Maul is no witch or mage, even if he does have this ability of his with this Force. ] If you ever feel doubt, please ask for help. If he tries to make you feel bad, feel guilt, or shame for not immediately doing as he asks β you are allowed to walk away.
[ Maul doing something by force is... also worrisome. But would Maul really try the same thing again? Or would he be cautious of her doing something else along the lines of his current curse? Luna doesn't know.
There's a little pause when he speaks again: You are my witch. My best. You are very kind to me, and.....I wish to be with you always. It's... actually quite sweet, in a way? Luna's oddly touched by the statement. Paimon's complimented her before, but there's something in this that gives her a quiet sense of tender gratitude. She does try her best, tries the best she can. There's a little smile at her lips when she speaks: ]
I do promise I'll always do my best for you. To always try to give you purpose and help you in whatever way I can. You deserve to be treated with respect and kindness.
[ A look of curiosity appears in her eyes as he stops and slowly reaches to cup his ears β something's happening but she's not quite sure what. Until Paimon whispers to her in his stunned uncertain. She blinks, quite surprised. His... ears are buzzing...? Luna frowns, reaching up to gently move one hand away and touch his ear. They looks a little darkened in colour, feel warm to the touch and Luna pulls her hand away with widening eyes: oh. ]
... Peter sometimes.... does that. [ Mostly when he's around her, when he's shy or bashful. Although it leaves her reeling for a moment as to why Paimon's the one who's doing it. Especially something as human as that. She knows the demon thinks so highly of her, but this has... certainly never happened before. ]
It's a... normal bodily reaction to things, though.
"unnecessarily long" is the only mood, here comes the Demon Introspection
She knows. He doesn't even have to say it β and, usually, would be struggling very hard to say any of this. Right now, with this clear mind and state, he's able to convey it very well, but... she already knows. And again, it clarifies his degree of trust with and from his witch. Paimon is somber, quietly awed by all of it. His bond with her has become something so precious in new forms. Initially, it was precious in a practical way β she tethered herself to him for Peter's sake, and Paimon wanted her tethered because she was a witch, something very important to his existence.
But over time.... yes, he has formed a different sort of bond with the girl. He enjoys her. As someone to learn from and someone to care for him, but also as someone to spend time with. He enjoys her company, her energy; he's at ease when she's nearby, and misses her when she isn't. He wants to please her, not only for those practical reasons β give and take, exchange β but also because he truly does care about Luna. Perhaps this is part of how he's meant to be with his most intimate summoners. It's a businesslike thing, but it's also something deeper, spiritual. He's meant to take care of her as much in return.
And their relationship has been made even deeper due to his existence within Peter. Because of that, Paimon's able to live in the same household as Luna, to be a part of her daily existence, to touch and be touched by her in a corporeal way. If he wasn't trapped in a vessel, he wouldn't be able to do those things. But he is, and he... likes it. He wants to stay, as unnatural as that concept might be to what he truly is. But he feels.... happy here, with her. He's glad he's able to tell her that he wants to stay with her for always.
Maul is certainly a complicated matter, and he's continuing to listen about that, giving severe nods to show he understands. 'You are allowed to walk away'; hearing it stated so explicitly makes him think deeply about it. It's true that he's relied on Maul as a sort of Master, despite knowing that he isn't. But he'd filled in a certain empty place for Paimon, a certain longing for Lucifer, and perhaps there was a part of the lost demon king who was leaning on that too much, so easily wanting to please him and listen to him. But for all that he could teach and guide him, Maul is not his Master, and he is not a witch or conjurer. He is... a comrade. A companion β something that might even be called a "friend". Paimon could choose to walk away; he does not have to obey Maul.
He still grapples with what it means to be able to choose something. With... how to do it. There isn't much that Paimon's really chosen for himself, though this place has allowed him to begin toeing into that concept. He's able to go visit people he wishes to see, he was able to even choose an employment for himself..........
So it's happening, slowly, but it's still... rather foreign for him. Even working at the Mage's Bakery was the result of wanting to please and assist Lysithea, as well as Luna with her sweet tooth. The things he's chosen have still been meant to please and even serve others.
'I do promise I'll always do my best for you. To always try to give you purpose and help you in whatever way I can. You deserve to be treated with respect and kindness.'
Paimon sits there in his wide-eyed quiet, reeling in all of it, that warmed, strangely shy feeling simply growing at her words, feeling the sheer weight of them; his eyes spark with that shimmering sort of glow he often looks to Luna with. Always. They've both used the word always, and he feels the Bond he shares with her in his spirit, something lasting and powerful and safe.
Sometimes, there's a thought. A quiet ghost within him, some phantom whisper brushing like delicate filigree carved into his spirit β Who's gonna take care of me?
The thought never lasts long, because now he knows who will.
The demon looks up to Luna as she touches his ear and clarifies what he'd been thinking; the same thing happens to Peter. That it's a bodily reaction, something that happens to this body, and he knows he has made it happen because he is locked into this body right now.
Butβ )
I said 'my body', but... that is false. It is not my body. It is only my home. ( He knows that the correct terms are important to use, especially around Luna, and for a moment, he forgot himself with them; he almost seems apologetic towards her for it. Sometimes, it's too easy to get wrapped up in Peter, the warmth of him, his human skin. How it feels to be a human, and to touch and be touched. But the touch does not belong to him. He experiences it through his vessel.
And normally, he'd leave it at that β pure fact, not adding his own opinions or feelings to it. But now....? The demon's mouth opens again, and his words have a a clear melancholy as he looks down to his lap, fingers moving to brush against the material of Peter's lounge pants, soft and comfortable but not his. Nothing of Peter's wardrobe is his. He wears his host's clothes like a guest; always borrowed. )
I do not have a body. The ears buzzing... the clothing.... it is not mine.
( He's come to enjoy what being in a host allows him to do, but there are still parts to the demon that understands what's lacking, and sometimes.... it does make him melancholy. Perhaps he's only recently really able to see that, and perhaps now, freed of certain mental constraints and able to express himself better, it's able to come out the way it does. )
all of the feels....
That's all she can do, and just hope things will be alright. And hopefully she might not have to step in. She does genuinely want the best for him, at the end of the day. Luna perhaps didn't realise how difficult it would be, but she's trying.
Perhaps once she might have been a little more fierce in her insistence that this body isn't his, that it belongs to Peter. She's certainly been like that before, when he was feeding his blood to Lucifer β or how she'd referred to him as a guest, when they'd made their bond. But nowβ? It seems like so long ago now. Now, Luna doesn't feel any sting of annoyance or defensiveness; it's more the sobering feeling of pity for the demon. The more time she's spent with Paimon, that she's gotten to know him β the more that pity for him has bloomed. She does feel sorry for him, now more than ever β she does care for him.
The fact is, he's in much an unfortunate circumstance as much as Peter is. With how he's been treated by those who came before her, with his placement within a human. Existing in a way that's so strange and unnatural at times, trying to find himself once more. It hasn't been an easy road for any of them.
And with that, with sharing himself with Peter β he doesn't have anything of his own. Well, he does have some things, of course. He has his relationship with her, with others he knows. He does have his own ways in which Luna interacts with him, how she might touch him, things she might involve him with that she wouldn't Peter. These things are his, for him. But still, he shares himself with Peter. Luna inhales quietly in realisation, watching him toy with the fabric of Peter's lounge pants. ]
It would have been easier perhaps if you had a different body, one you could truly call your own. [ She's quietly spoken as she offers it, sad for him. If such a thing would have been possible; if there was a way to have a body of his own that wouldn't involved needing to share it with another. Existing outside of one isn't easy, she's seen that β even if she doesn't think too hard about that brief time they had spent together like that, with him attempting to possess her β a delicate ethereal orb of light and her trying to communicate, not being able to truly experience existence.]
But... then I suppose we would be very different. [ Would they be the same, if Paimon hadn't been in Peter? Granted there might not have been any need to bond with him, considering the circumstances of it. But perhaps she might have still felt pity for him, wanted to help some poor lost creature regardless. Even if they wouldn't be the same as they are now, she's sure of herself that she would have still tried to help Paimon if he existed outside of Peter.
She feels at a loss with that melancholy, and with the gentle melancholy of her own. She can't help him with the fact he can only share his body with Peter, that he can't have his own. Paimon has to remain in Peter. She doesn't like that feeling of helplessness, her brow furrowing for a long moment. But even if she can't help with that, there is perhaps something she could help with. Her head tilts the side for a moment, in thought. ]
... Would it help if you didn't dress like Peter, when you're in controlβ? [ She remembers back at the Anniversary Ball in Deerington, how he'd been dressed. It had been... very not-Peter. Perhaps something more suited for a demon king: the gold, the soft tinkling sounds as he walked. Shirtlessness aside, he'd been far more comfortable and confident in himself. Proud, even. ] If we when out and bought you some clothes of your own?
[ Maybe... maybe that would help. Something of his own to distinguish himself from Peter. She knows sometimes the shifts between them can come without warning, like now. Or sometimes Paimon takes control when Peter can't manage β it's not always practical for a wardrobe change in those times. But perhaps on the days when he's scheduled to be with her, the days they spend together β that would be a good time he could wear his own clothes instead of Peter's.
A slow smile spreads across her lips, quite pleased with the idea. This might be quite good, actually. It might help him feel better. Trying to do her best to help him, in whatever way she can. She carefully reaches across for his hands, holds them both in her own. ]
Why don't we do that? We can go to Willful Machine and find you some things to wear, things you could pick out for yourself. You could wear them on our days together. [ Admittedly, the idea on going on a little shopping trip sounds quite fun. He might usually come help with the shopping (she adores Peter, but she knows fine well he's a lazy teenage boy who loathes chores most of the time), but going out to do something like this for Paimon is quite exciting. ]
We could get you a nice cloak, like one of mine. And some other things, whatever you likeβ! [ She might... try and advise him on some things, however. Luna thinks there's... a bit of practicality needed concerning fashion in Trench, despite how lovely the Pleasure citizens look in their bright colours. But she's sure they can compromise. She squeezes his hands gently, still smiling. ] Would you like that?
possibly wrap! β₯
But Trench has offered.... a certain stability. Over time, Paimon really has been able to begin forming some kind of life for himself, here. To desire certain things, to have his own place here. It's... hard. Listening to Luna reflect on it now, what it would have been like if he had his own body, the demon is melancholy in his own reflection of it, gazing down at Peter's hands, the shape of them. )
Yes. If I had my own body.... I could be more.
( He's pretty much accepted that he has to be trapped within a human, and certainly he prefers this to being lost the way he was when Peter died back in Deerington. But if it was a body without a separate spirit, one he didn't have to share with....
....'But... then I suppose we would be very different.'
He looks back up at Luna, dark eyes studying her silently. ...She's right; he can see that, too. He probably wouldn't have his Bond with her, wouldn't live with her like this. Peter is the means through which Paimon was able to form the relationship he does with Luna. )
You are right. We would not be the same.
( He nods quietly, though that melancholy still stays with him. All of it is.... difficult, for all of them. It's a strange existence they all share with one another. Now that he's becoming more aware of what's lacking and actually able to talk about it, it's.... hard. But he pauses at what Luna says next, attentive to the concept she's presenting. If he didn't... dress like Peter, when he was in control.
Finding ways to establish his own identity has been its own journey, and there have been times he and Peter butted heads about it, hard. It's only been very recently that they have their own spaces, thanks to Luna helping him set up a little crafts area, and then the movement to make the attic space his own "room", so to speak. Peter's finally stopped throwing away Paimon's things, and Paimon's stopped having to hide them in shoeboxes under the bed; now he can set them out and arrange them in the attic however he likes. It's helped, immensely.
But when it comes to his appearance.... that is trickier. He has a few items collected over time: his various crowns, a couple of garments that have been given to him by others or by this place itself. But he never wears them, except on rare occasions when he is by himself. When he's out and about, he just.... looks like Peter.
The idea of having his own clothes....? Of shopping for them, with her? The demon's eyes widen as Luna takes his hands, staring at the way she smiles. He's actually a bit at a loss for words now, looking stunned. Whatever he likes, she says. Things he could pick out, garments to adorn himself in. He hasn't forgotten the party from before, the way he'd felt so comfortable with his physical appearance, a rarity. Peter's body is some strange mixture of being better for him than where he was before, but also.... not entirely right, either. But if he could decorate it? With brighter colours, with draping golds and creams, with a cloak like hers, with earrings that dangle and jewelry upon his wrists. With shoes that actually show his feet instead of covering them up in Peter's dingy "Converse"..... With glitter upon his eyelids. (His imagination is already running wild, here. This is... important, for what he is.)
'Would you like that?' )
Yes....! ( Excitement isn't easily expressed, in Paimon. But there's something to the lilt of his tone, to the way his eyes flash, how he abruptly leans in closer to her, nose practically brushing the tip of Luna's. The demon is.... intensely thrilled, energy practically bubbling in a stark contrast from how it was just moments ago. Goodbye, Peter's lounge pants. )
I would like that. I would like to do the shopping with you. Andβ ( His eyes widen further as he tilts closer, and now his nose does press against hers; he's.... so close.... ) βif I can wear things when my vessel is sleeping. My own things. I would be...... ( The word lingers behind him, something he's not quite accustomed to using in regards to himself. )
...happy.