[ She feels that shift, how it seems to settle a little when she echoes the name. Names do hold power, she knows that. There's a particular name she knows of back home that holds similar power with his name.
Grandma. It makes her pause, fighting back the knee-jerk of remembering how horrified she'd been. Ellen hadn't scared her, not so much — but what Ellen reminded her of had scared her. Peter had seen her go somewhere dark, somewhere she couldn't bring herself to tell him — even long after the adrenaline wore off and he'd helped to breathe again.
She shifts uncomfortably, something sharp stabbing in her chest with every inhale — in turn that discomfort filtering through.
But then she realises. 'Grandma'. An interesting choice in words. Grandma, not Ellen. Why would this thing, this entity that thinks and feels, something separate to Peter, refer to her as 'Grandma'? Why not Ellen? Luna's confused by it, but she tucks that away to dwell on for another time — their conversation is still very much active, after all.
She knows Peter had been afraid of Ellen, that he'd wanted to stay well away from her — and Luna had obliged, rightfully so when she'd turned violent on them. But this thing, too? ]
She's not coming back. [ A louder assurance, one born out of loyalty to Peter, though. ] And if she does, well... we'll deal with that.
[ But the soft wave of gratitude that filters through is... surprising. Luna inhales, eyelids fluttering — Oh. What a curious thing this Paimon is, she thinks. ]
Yes, I'm a witch. I suppose I did save you, too. Didn't I? You were aware of what I did, the whole time?
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Grandma. It makes her pause, fighting back the knee-jerk of remembering how horrified she'd been. Ellen hadn't scared her, not so much — but what Ellen reminded her of had scared her. Peter had seen her go somewhere dark, somewhere she couldn't bring herself to tell him — even long after the adrenaline wore off and he'd helped to breathe again.
She shifts uncomfortably, something sharp stabbing in her chest with every inhale — in turn that discomfort filtering through.
But then she realises. 'Grandma'. An interesting choice in words. Grandma, not Ellen. Why would this thing, this entity that thinks and feels, something separate to Peter, refer to her as 'Grandma'? Why not Ellen? Luna's confused by it, but she tucks that away to dwell on for another time — their conversation is still very much active, after all.
She knows Peter had been afraid of Ellen, that he'd wanted to stay well away from her — and Luna had obliged, rightfully so when she'd turned violent on them. But this thing, too? ]
She's not coming back. [ A louder assurance, one born out of loyalty to Peter, though. ] And if she does, well... we'll deal with that.
[ But the soft wave of gratitude that filters through is... surprising. Luna inhales, eyelids fluttering — Oh. What a curious thing this Paimon is, she thinks. ]
Yes, I'm a witch. I suppose I did save you, too. Didn't I? You were aware of what I did, the whole time?