[ Paimon does get a feedback of emotions from the girl ā but this too is filtered through Peter, and so it doesn't hit him quite as hard as it might the boy that Luna is truly tethered too. Instead, it simply further animates his excitement ā he can feel her.
It'sā a warmth. She's always been some sense of familiarity, however vague to his own circumstances as it may be. Up until now, he's only been able to interact with her in scattered, chaotic pieces. But this is... it's almost like she's here, with him. In here, inside Peter. The being has never known such comfort, not since being put into his recent incarnations.
He understands most of the individual words she sends to him, though it takes him awhile to piece them together, to make sense of the whole. She can't understand him. There's a surge of frustration, intense almost like from a child, this sudden emotion slicing through everything else so strongly that Peter sighs fitfully in his sleep. But something to Luna's request soothes Paimon moments after, a whirlwind of feelings. She's asked him, and though this isn't steeped in ritualwork and command, the shadow of Paimon still remembers.
It takes him a few moments, mentally working through more odd sounds as his tongue physically would. Through the discord, there is a word. ]
Yes.
[ It sounds like Peter on the surface, but... just below that, it sounds more like something wearing Peter. An imitation that hasn't quite been able to assimilate to the original. ]
Only. [ His mental-tongue slips, the sounds wet and flopping for a moment. ]
Hurts. [ 'Hurts' isn't exactly the right words for it; Paimon's not really in pain. But it feels... unnatural, like fighting against something pressing in against him. He gives a heavy sigh then, almost like a huff. Frustrated. ]
no subject
It'sā a warmth. She's always been some sense of familiarity, however vague to his own circumstances as it may be. Up until now, he's only been able to interact with her in scattered, chaotic pieces. But this is... it's almost like she's here, with him. In here, inside Peter. The being has never known such comfort, not since being put into his recent incarnations.
He understands most of the individual words she sends to him, though it takes him awhile to piece them together, to make sense of the whole. She can't understand him. There's a surge of frustration, intense almost like from a child, this sudden emotion slicing through everything else so strongly that Peter sighs fitfully in his sleep. But something to Luna's request soothes Paimon moments after, a whirlwind of feelings. She's asked him, and though this isn't steeped in ritualwork and command, the shadow of Paimon still remembers.
It takes him a few moments, mentally working through more odd sounds as his tongue physically would. Through the discord, there is a word. ]
Yes.
[ It sounds like Peter on the surface, but... just below that, it sounds more like something wearing Peter. An imitation that hasn't quite been able to assimilate to the original. ]
Only. [ His mental-tongue slips, the sounds wet and flopping for a moment. ]
Hurts. [ 'Hurts' isn't exactly the right words for it; Paimon's not really in pain. But it feels... unnatural, like fighting against something pressing in against him. He gives a heavy sigh then, almost like a huff. Frustrated. ]