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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]

[ Luna's quiet, staring up at him for another long, silent moment. She never asked him to do such a thing, and yet he did it anyway. He fixed it, shifted her dreamscape into something else, something more peaceful. And it's not the first time he's done it either — all of it without prompting.

And it's new; things even he didn't know he could do, either. Luna knows well enough the Dream affected them, it certainly put limitations on her magic — would exhaust her if she pushed herself too hard. Healing magic wouldn't work (and it still doesn't work here, it still has its limitations) but here in the Waking World, things are... much different. More so for him than her. She's awestruck as his words settle in. It's a far cry from how he used to be, the ways in which he's slowly regaining parts of himself — no longer so lost and weakened. ]

You saw my nightmare...? You saw what it was about? [ There's a stirring of guilt in her, something a little mortified too. Mostly of the fact he's seen something hurtful, something her own mind's conjured — her fears of losing Peter, of him turning into something that... isn't even Paimon, either. A shade of the demon who would hurt her, like when he'd attacked her back in Deerington. ]

I'm sorry— [ He'll tell her it isn't her fault, but she feels regretful he saw such a thing. She can't imagine it wasn't pleasant for him to see that.

But she's... deeply touched by the gesture, despite that guilt and odd mortification over the whole thing. He slowly reclaims himself, and then helps her; reaches in to manipulate her dreams for good, to stop her hurting. It's... a huge, strange sensation in her chest, hard to process. Her heart feels... full. She's stunned, lost for words.

It wells up in her, seeps through her in her tired, emotional state. Gratefulness, guilt, and a quiet kind of peace. Her eyes fill with tears, gravity quickly taking them and splashing them down — sideways over her face, over the bridge of her nose — into the pillow. ]

... I'm not upset with you. [ She utters it when she realises her tears. He'll know that, surely. He'll feel she's not upset with him. But she oddly feels the need to say it. ]

[possessum]

( There's a soft nod at the questions — yes, he saw. What it was about. It was... difficult, to see. Not only due to his concern for her, but the matter itself, was difficult. Watching it play out, her fears manifested into a shape that looked like him, and reached for her throat.

'I'm sorry—'

Indeed, he's opening his mouth to respond to that, when suddenly Luna's crying. Openly, the water leaking from her eyes, moving down. His own eyes widen, surprised, upset — reaching slowly towards her face with one hand. )

Oh— No—

( In his surprise, he almost sounds too much like Peter, fumbling with his own words a little. Fingertips find her cheek, brush against the tears there. She isn't upset with him, he can feel it, but he doesn't understand. It's voiced softly, though the worry's clear in his expression, the way he stares so intently, drawing close. )

Why are you crying? Is it still scary?

( Maybe she's thinking of it, still. Gently, his hand cups her face, the way she's done to him, the way Peter's done to her — imitates the gesture of comfort. His palm presses to Luna's cheek, so that any new tears won't run down it, but against his hand instead. )

[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.