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[creidim]

the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me

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[creidim]

[ Once she starts, she can't seem to stop herself. Too tired and emotional, not that Luna would ever really try to hide her tears. She swallows thickly, lets out a little shuddering breath and falters, seeing the upset in his face. Even with her assurances that she's not upset with him — she realises there might be cause to be upset with him. But no, not with him.

Is it still scary? She can feel the hand as her cheek, the quiet shifting as he pulls closer to her. Her head shakes, the slightest of movements — not wanting to disturb his hand from where it rests. ]

No, it's not that. [ She sniffles softly, trying to find the words. It's difficult for her to even explain. ] They're... kind of... happy tears...?

[ Kind of, sort of. Mostly. There's another long moment as she tries to put it the right way for him to understand. ]

You took away the nightmare, you gave me a good dream. Even if I hadn't asked you to. You helped, and I'm... I'm very thankful... in a way I can't... put into words.

But I'm also sorry you had to see the nightmare in the first place, because it was hurtful.

[possessum]

( Happy tears. It's.... still strange for Paimon to understand, but it must be like when she pressed her mouth to Peter's, and he had tears. He said he was happy.

That's the closest context the demon can draw from, though he's still concerned, gaze wide and searching — looking from one of Luna's wet eyes to the other, back and forth, slowly like that. He's sitting up more, so that he can lift his other arm and find her cheek with that hand too, cupping her face with both now.

She's thankful, and he's pleased to hear that, but... he's worried. She's sorry, too. The demon stares; he knows what sorry is, by now. He's said it to her himself, after what happened with Maul. It means... you feel bad. Regretful. )

No... no, my witch. My little one. Do not be sorry. ( The endearment comes as he's smoothing his palms back against her cheeks over and over, slowly and gently, some gesture of petting. But.... her words do give him pause as he thinks about it. )

....I did not like watching it. ( Paimon has to admit, quietly. Seeing that strange thing he knows he can be... remembering her fear. She'd dreamed of it, and perhaps.... )

Are you still.... scared of me?

[creidim]

[ It's... nice, being held like this. It's more often that Peter might do this, or really that she might to Paimon to comfort him, to steady him. It's strange in its ways; these offerings of endearments and comfort that don't quite fit 'demon king' but then snatches of him being something more — touching something closer to what he's supposed to be. Not something lost. But this is nice, even with its strangeness — quietly comforting, and she's lulled by it for a long moment.

The question has her taken aback, though — scared of him—? Enough so that she can't answer straight away, can only stare with parted lips. Quickly she shakes her head, still trying not to disturb his hands. No, she's not scared of him. Of course, things have not been easy between them over the last year. With Maul interfering, with Paimon's attempted possession of her, and perhaps even with Peter falling to Corruption back in December.

But his own awareness of himself, and how his actions (even often through no fault of his own) have affected her — it's driven him to be careful with her, to be gentler. He's mindful. And it's certainly helped to mend the damages done between them, Luna's been grateful. Their relationship has been better, as it still moves and grows and evolves within this new world. ]

I— I know you would never choose to hurt me. [ She knows that, and believes it wholeheartedly. One hand reaches up to rest it on top of his as it holds her cheek, a gentle kind of reassurance. There's a tired smile, but it falters. It doesn't explain the dream does it—? ]

I suppose... I'm always scared of what you might become. Of losing Peter. [ So much has been going on, especially in the last few months. Things that will always be rattling around in her mind, pressed down to not actively think about them but — they're there. There's a long exhale, weary. ]

And— perhaps those fears will... always be there. And I'm sorry that they will be. [ She sniffles, shakes her head once more. She's regretful of that, that he's had to see that. She will always worry of losing Peter, it's the price ones pays for loving someone.

... But she'll worry about losing Paimon, too. Him becoming something he's not, turning into something cold and violent. It's something shaped differently to how she feels for Peter, a deep care — she doesn't want to lose him either. ]

But I don't— please don't think that means I'm scared of you. I know you. You're a good demon. You're very good to me, and that... means so much.