[ Perhaps, given what he is and what role he plays, factors such as kindness should hold no value to Paimon. Such things simply aren't needed, aren't necessary.
But he'd lived among humans before he'd been placed into Peter β he'd lived among them for thirteen years. The existence was wrong, and he remembers it through another identity's memory, something detached to who he is now. "Charlie" was... something else entirely.
Still. It's there etched into his experience. Little acts of kindness; Charlie wasn't quite capable of understanding or reacting to certain things, but she wasn't nothing. The cruelties were there, but so were the kindnesses, and she felt them.
β A boy in the classroom tells her he likes her new shoes, the ones Grandma sent her, the ones Mom doesn't really want her to wear. Sneakers, very boyish, like Peter's. She'd liked them a lot though. And someone else had said so too. The lady at the grocery store smiles at her every single time they go, and never rushes Charlie as she puts the bags into Mom's buggy, even though it takes her a long time and sometimes the people in line get annoyed. Peter lets her sleep with him when she needs to, even after they move to separate rooms.
Paimon... some part of him, does know kindness. It takes him off-guard, the concern he can feel from her, but in a way that keeps him there. Draws him in. A soft voice, a soft touch that he's felt before. Soothing and calm, not forceful, not expectant. Heβ relaxes. He still doesn't know what exactly Luna is β a witch, but there are so many kinds. So much magic. Is she human? Nonmortal? He... trusts her, in this place. He needs her.
'What... are you?' ]
Not Peter.
[ It's cryptic, but unintentionally so. It's the only way he knows how to say it, and he'll say the vessel's name in this context: establishing what he's not. ....He'll divulge his own name directly, though. No obscurity to that. It's the first time someone will hear it from him. ]
Paimon.
[ As she's asked, he's given her his name. He does have others, but that one is... special. He tries to convey that, that giving her this name is giving her a certain power. Softer flashes of emotion spread outward to her β trembling anxiety; the need to stay safe, and that often means hidden. ]
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But he'd lived among humans before he'd been placed into Peter β he'd lived among them for thirteen years. The existence was wrong, and he remembers it through another identity's memory, something detached to who he is now. "Charlie" was... something else entirely.
Still. It's there etched into his experience. Little acts of kindness; Charlie wasn't quite capable of understanding or reacting to certain things, but she wasn't nothing. The cruelties were there, but so were the kindnesses, and she felt them.
β A boy in the classroom tells her he likes her new shoes, the ones Grandma sent her, the ones Mom doesn't really want her to wear. Sneakers, very boyish, like Peter's. She'd liked them a lot though. And someone else had said so too. The lady at the grocery store smiles at her every single time they go, and never rushes Charlie as she puts the bags into Mom's buggy, even though it takes her a long time and sometimes the people in line get annoyed. Peter lets her sleep with him when she needs to, even after they move to separate rooms.
Paimon... some part of him, does know kindness. It takes him off-guard, the concern he can feel from her, but in a way that keeps him there. Draws him in. A soft voice, a soft touch that he's felt before. Soothing and calm, not forceful, not expectant. Heβ relaxes. He still doesn't know what exactly Luna is β a witch, but there are so many kinds. So much magic. Is she human? Nonmortal? He... trusts her, in this place. He needs her.
'What... are you?' ]
Not Peter.
[ It's cryptic, but unintentionally so. It's the only way he knows how to say it, and he'll say the vessel's name in this context: establishing what he's not. ....He'll divulge his own name directly, though. No obscurity to that. It's the first time someone will hear it from him. ]
Paimon.
[ As she's asked, he's given her his name. He does have others, but that one is... special. He tries to convey that, that giving her this name is giving her a certain power. Softer flashes of emotion spread outward to her β trembling anxiety; the need to stay safe, and that often means hidden. ]
Hide. I am hide.