[ "Careful please" isn't forgotten β but in the moment, Paimon's too saturated with feeling, with energy, with fright and excitability all tangled into one unbearable pulsing presence. It's too much. He's too much; this is wrong, and he can't handle what he is, doesn't know how to handle it. Only she can help him β but she isn't here, she's somewhere far away, and he feels terribly alone, and overwhelmed in himself. He aches, and Peter aches, and the feedback from one another is a confused, nightmarish loop; untilβ
'It was you. I comforted you.'
The demon draws in a slow, long sound, a sort of rattling, like a breath. Yes... Yes. She had. She had comforted him; that's what he was trying to convey. It was nice. She remembers, and she's putting it into a more capable form now, using words he's not able to, recollecting those experiences for him. Paimon's still making that odd reedy sound, like strained breathing, hanging desperately onto her words, for what they mean: 'I saw you.' Yes. Yes.
He rocks mentally, remembering, gleeful to be remembered and seen, those feelings echoing back to her. It changes the shape of his fright, softens the edges of it immediately, allows him to focus on her again, and at once he realises, feels, that she'sβ upset. Worried, aching with it.
She's pleading with him. Toβ stop hurting Peter, and the name flickers unpleasantly through him, sending him shuddering again, but through that displeasure is a worse one. He doesn't want to upset Luna, to hurt her. She says please don't and he freezes again, trying to understand how he can give her what she's pleading from him.
Peter. He'sβ hurting Peter. He feels that now, feels the clenched ache of muscle and nerves, feels Peter whimper softly in his sleep; it's too much for him. Hurting the host has been necessary to keep him weak and soft enough inside, but now isn't one of those necessary times. This is different than "careful please". This is a direct plea. 'Please don't.'
Paimon doesn't know how to detach himself from the boy enough to stop hurting him. They're intertwined; the surges of his emotions and feelings run through Peter like electricity. He can't detach from him. So he does the opposite β seeping in deeper, retreating into the depths of his young vessel, somewhere away from those raw nerves and aches. Peter stops fretting, slender fingers gently loosening their subconscious grip in sheets, but now the demon's gone from Luna, the connection between them fading as he fades into Peter. It happens quickly, everything lapsing into sudden silence, save for Peter's soft breathing.
At once, Paimon's exhausted, fluttering only very softly before the last piece of him fades unceremoniously into quiet safety for all three of them. He softly mourns the loss of Luna's gentle presence in here with him, so suddenly after finally getting to speak with her, but he gives this comfort to her as she's asked for it β and that in turn makes him feel a sort of contentedness that runs to the root of him, even a sort of happiness. He will speak with her again. For now, she must be at peace. ]
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'It was you. I comforted you.'
The demon draws in a slow, long sound, a sort of rattling, like a breath. Yes... Yes. She had. She had comforted him; that's what he was trying to convey. It was nice. She remembers, and she's putting it into a more capable form now, using words he's not able to, recollecting those experiences for him. Paimon's still making that odd reedy sound, like strained breathing, hanging desperately onto her words, for what they mean: 'I saw you.' Yes. Yes.
He rocks mentally, remembering, gleeful to be remembered and seen, those feelings echoing back to her. It changes the shape of his fright, softens the edges of it immediately, allows him to focus on her again, and at once he realises, feels, that she'sβ upset. Worried, aching with it.
She's pleading with him. Toβ stop hurting Peter, and the name flickers unpleasantly through him, sending him shuddering again, but through that displeasure is a worse one. He doesn't want to upset Luna, to hurt her. She says please don't and he freezes again, trying to understand how he can give her what she's pleading from him.
Peter. He'sβ hurting Peter. He feels that now, feels the clenched ache of muscle and nerves, feels Peter whimper softly in his sleep; it's too much for him. Hurting the host has been necessary to keep him weak and soft enough inside, but now isn't one of those necessary times. This is different than "careful please". This is a direct plea. 'Please don't.'
Paimon doesn't know how to detach himself from the boy enough to stop hurting him. They're intertwined; the surges of his emotions and feelings run through Peter like electricity. He can't detach from him. So he does the opposite β seeping in deeper, retreating into the depths of his young vessel, somewhere away from those raw nerves and aches. Peter stops fretting, slender fingers gently loosening their subconscious grip in sheets, but now the demon's gone from Luna, the connection between them fading as he fades into Peter. It happens quickly, everything lapsing into sudden silence, save for Peter's soft breathing.
At once, Paimon's exhausted, fluttering only very softly before the last piece of him fades unceremoniously into quiet safety for all three of them. He softly mourns the loss of Luna's gentle presence in here with him, so suddenly after finally getting to speak with her, but he gives this comfort to her as she's asked for it β and that in turn makes him feel a sort of contentedness that runs to the root of him, even a sort of happiness. He will speak with her again. For now, she must be at peace. ]