[ There is still much left ambiguous — the titles that go along with the name, the ones that would put too much in someone's hands. For now, he keeps those things to himself. But even the simple divulgence of the name itself means something. When she voices it back to him (no, not a voice, something more than that, deeper) it fills him with a hum of awareness. More of that odd quiet buzzing, as though the very energy of him is alive, and blossoming — opening up a bit more in response.
To give his name is a certain power to another. And to hear his name echoed back is a certain power for him.
Paimon breathes a little more easily now. Though the question gives him pause. He is afraid, but of what? Now that it's presented to him in such a clear manner, he doesn't know what to say, how to say it. He hasn't spoken to many people directly like this since being reborn in Peter. ]
Do not know.
[ ... Helpful. But... after a long bout of silence broken only by the occasional odd noise, he does manage to give some of his fears a shape. It isn't everything, but it's something. ]
Grandma.
[ Charlie had loved Grandma, had been especially close with her, and the imprint of that means Paimon does miss Ellen, in some way. ....But he also fears her, for reasons he isn't even quite sure of. It's a strange aversion, considering how deeply he's been bound to her. Even if she's gone... (River had seen to that), he's still afraid.
Luna was there when he'd last faced her — or some imitation of her. And it's gratefulness that he wants to express, has wanted to express, for some time now. Exchange, gift, reward: it's been waiting inside of him all this time. Now he can tell her. This young creature with ancient blood running through her veins. The gratitude pours from him to her, something warmer now, expressed more in his feelings than the strained words. ]
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To give his name is a certain power to another. And to hear his name echoed back is a certain power for him.
Paimon breathes a little more easily now. Though the question gives him pause. He is afraid, but of what? Now that it's presented to him in such a clear manner, he doesn't know what to say, how to say it. He hasn't spoken to many people directly like this since being reborn in Peter. ]
Do not know.
[ ... Helpful. But... after a long bout of silence broken only by the occasional odd noise, he does manage to give some of his fears a shape. It isn't everything, but it's something. ]
Grandma.
[ Charlie had loved Grandma, had been especially close with her, and the imprint of that means Paimon does miss Ellen, in some way. ....But he also fears her, for reasons he isn't even quite sure of. It's a strange aversion, considering how deeply he's been bound to her. Even if she's gone... (River had seen to that), he's still afraid.
Luna was there when he'd last faced her — or some imitation of her. And it's gratefulness that he wants to express, has wanted to express, for some time now. Exchange, gift, reward: it's been waiting inside of him all this time. Now he can tell her. This young creature with ancient blood running through her veins. The gratitude pours from him to her, something warmer now, expressed more in his feelings than the strained words. ]
You have magic. You have saved me.