[ Luna rests often too. Not always to sleep — but at least just resting. Sleep doesn't come easily for now. Not unusual for those who've returned from death. But just staying in the small apartment — it keeps the others content: the Scamanders and Percival. That she's not running herself ragged.
She seems to sleep better when Peter's near. But he's not here for now, and the relative safety of the apartment is her only comfort for the time being. She flicks through a book, not really focusing much on the words — simply existing quietly until the sound comes through the connection. Luna looks up, eyes widening slightly. ]
Peter—? [ His name is breathed softly in reply, a gentle whisper. But she stops. No. No, it isn't Peter. There's some of it that sounds like him, in the vocalisations, perhaps — but Luna... knows this isn't him. It's something else, the Other. Whatever lurks in the far reaches of his mind: a curse, dark magic — buzzing and shifting underneath.
And it's— it's trying to talk to her.
For a long time, she's quiet. The second cluck still vibrating through her mind. She hesitates, unsure if she should really reply. Talking to curses. Stranger things have happened, surely. But Luna knows better — she'll tread carefully with this. ]
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She seems to sleep better when Peter's near. But he's not here for now, and the relative safety of the apartment is her only comfort for the time being. She flicks through a book, not really focusing much on the words — simply existing quietly until the sound comes through the connection. Luna looks up, eyes widening slightly. ]
Peter—? [ His name is breathed softly in reply, a gentle whisper. But she stops. No. No, it isn't Peter. There's some of it that sounds like him, in the vocalisations, perhaps — but Luna... knows this isn't him. It's something else, the Other. Whatever lurks in the far reaches of his mind: a curse, dark magic — buzzing and shifting underneath.
And it's— it's trying to talk to her.
For a long time, she's quiet. The second cluck still vibrating through her mind. She hesitates, unsure if she should really reply. Talking to curses. Stranger things have happened, surely. But Luna knows better — she'll tread carefully with this. ]
Hello. I hear you.