Paimon can’t feel her in the same form that Peter can. He’s filtered through the boy, his connection with the witch diluted and hazy as a result, and he’s already so lost as it is. In some strange fog of memories, identities, things that have yet to be translated from one form to the next. Some things that never will be.
But she’s still there. Paimon has to reach hard to break through the murkiness, stretching out for her abruptly — a quicker, sharper series of clicks resonating more sharply this time, right away. A cacophony of insect-like sounds, though they halt just as quickly when she says Peter’s name.
There’s too much power in a name. Paimon flinches back from that one, but only slightly. He doesn’t want to risk losing the connection he’s made with her.
‘Hello. I hear you.’
There’s a surge of emotion in response, difficult to pinpoint, perhaps: Paimon doesn’t know how to handle the things that he’s suddenly faced with in the process of being put into the correct human form. He’s at odds with Peter, but the body, the way it thinks and feels and functions, is comfortable. It means the demon is having to learn how to work the emotions he’s now capable of feeling the way he couldn’t when he was in Charlie Graham. And those feelings overwhelm him, flooding through.
The wave is excitement, fear, relief, all of it intense. Paimon’s practically buzzing, and the sound registers that way: a very loud hum. It continues for a bit, then breaks off into a few chirps, lighter, jubilant. Almost as though greeting her. ]
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Paimon can’t feel her in the same form that Peter can. He’s filtered through the boy, his connection with the witch diluted and hazy as a result, and he’s already so lost as it is. In some strange fog of memories, identities, things that have yet to be translated from one form to the next. Some things that never will be.
But she’s still there. Paimon has to reach hard to break through the murkiness, stretching out for her abruptly — a quicker, sharper series of clicks resonating more sharply this time, right away. A cacophony of insect-like sounds, though they halt just as quickly when she says Peter’s name.
There’s too much power in a name. Paimon flinches back from that one, but only slightly. He doesn’t want to risk losing the connection he’s made with her.
‘Hello. I hear you.’
There’s a surge of emotion in response, difficult to pinpoint, perhaps: Paimon doesn’t know how to handle the things that he’s suddenly faced with in the process of being put into the correct human form. He’s at odds with Peter, but the body, the way it thinks and feels and functions, is comfortable. It means the demon is having to learn how to work the emotions he’s now capable of feeling the way he couldn’t when he was in Charlie Graham. And those feelings overwhelm him, flooding through.
The wave is excitement, fear, relief, all of it intense. Paimon’s practically buzzing, and the sound registers that way: a very loud hum. It continues for a bit, then breaks off into a few chirps, lighter, jubilant. Almost as though greeting her. ]