( Bigger, meaner, and yellow. Peter Graham already had many fears, and now he has one more. Welp. He will most definitely be trying to avoid this Savage guy (why?? Does Maul's family have such terrifying names??) as much as humanly possible. And he's going to make sure to tell Luna about this, warn her, too.
...But there's something that's just as distressing, and he's pausing, staring at Varian widely for a long moment. ) She killed everybody? Oh my god.
( But it got "undone", the other boy said. Which is... good, but like. Fuck. (Has he had nightmares where Paimon just straightup murders everyone he cares about? Oh, absolutely. Is this conversation digging in deeper and deeper to Peter's worst fears? Definitely.) )
I mean... Honestly, I don't think she knows for sure. Like this thing... the information about him is ancient. I'm not sure how much is real and how much might be like... I don't know, altered over time?
( Like any religious text, really. Who's to say what's in there is concrete? Paimon seems to listen to Luna, but clearly that's not foolproof. )
You dare speak to me in such a mannerβ! You cannot!
( That'll be Paimon, rearing up at Varian all over again, absolutely livid by this human he isn't even bonded to, directing him to withdraw into his host. Satan below, Varian is testing him.
Peter's dark eyes flash gold as something ancient surges through him. Suddenly, the air's changing, seeming almost to tense β a thrumming, buzzing sensation that presses inwards, the energy of the demon like static from some other world, something alien. Varian might feel his skin crawl, goosebumps erupting across it β and the same thing happens to Peter, the nerve endings of his skin suddenly unpleasantly active, raw. The air itself feels alive, and Peter's suddenly breaking through for a moment, eyes murky and twitching, scrambling backwards from Varian. He's been here before; he knows what it feels like. Any moment now, Paimon could make flames erupt into an inferno, or attack Varian like a wild animal, with nails and teeth and inhuman speed...
His heart's hammering, terrified, hands held up in the air between himself and the younger boy. A cold sweat's broken out all over him, his skin fever-slick and shuddering, his body as always reacting poorly to the demon surging so powerfully. )
Okay, enough! I don'tβ I don't want him to get hurt! Please, stop. I'm not commanding you, I'm justβ asking! Please.
( The seconds trickle by, Peter's hands still held up, desperate. It's slowly, but it happens; the demon withdraws inwards, and its oppressive, buzzing energy slowly fades. Peter's wide eyes just as slowly lose that murkiness, and he slumps against the back of Luna's house, shaking hands covering his face. )
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...But there's something that's just as distressing, and he's pausing, staring at Varian widely for a long moment. ) She killed everybody? Oh my god.
( But it got "undone", the other boy said. Which is... good, but like. Fuck. (Has he had nightmares where Paimon just straightup murders everyone he cares about? Oh, absolutely. Is this conversation digging in deeper and deeper to Peter's worst fears? Definitely.) )
I mean... Honestly, I don't think she knows for sure. Like this thing... the information about him is ancient. I'm not sure how much is real and how much might be like... I don't know, altered over time?
( Like any religious text, really. Who's to say what's in there is concrete? Paimon seems to listen to Luna, but clearly that's not foolproof. )
You dare speak to me in such a mannerβ! You cannot!
( That'll be Paimon, rearing up at Varian all over again, absolutely livid by this human he isn't even bonded to, directing him to withdraw into his host. Satan below, Varian is testing him.
Peter's dark eyes flash gold as something ancient surges through him. Suddenly, the air's changing, seeming almost to tense β a thrumming, buzzing sensation that presses inwards, the energy of the demon like static from some other world, something alien. Varian might feel his skin crawl, goosebumps erupting across it β and the same thing happens to Peter, the nerve endings of his skin suddenly unpleasantly active, raw. The air itself feels alive, and Peter's suddenly breaking through for a moment, eyes murky and twitching, scrambling backwards from Varian. He's been here before; he knows what it feels like. Any moment now, Paimon could make flames erupt into an inferno, or attack Varian like a wild animal, with nails and teeth and inhuman speed...
His heart's hammering, terrified, hands held up in the air between himself and the younger boy. A cold sweat's broken out all over him, his skin fever-slick and shuddering, his body as always reacting poorly to the demon surging so powerfully. )
Okay, enough! I don'tβ I don't want him to get hurt! Please, stop. I'm not commanding you, I'm justβ asking! Please.
( The seconds trickle by, Peter's hands still held up, desperate. It's slowly, but it happens; the demon withdraws inwards, and its oppressive, buzzing energy slowly fades. Peter's wide eyes just as slowly lose that murkiness, and he slumps against the back of Luna's house, shaking hands covering his face. )
Fuck.