Who: Mercymorn the First, Paul Atreides, and you What: October catch-all, open and closed prompts When: Throughout October Where: Various locations in Trench
Content Warnings: Depression, suicidal ideation (passive), body horror, memory loss
Paul wonders what it might feel like to have your perspective so altered as to become a sky. Luna doesn't seem much different than she did before in her words, but then again, she already had an ethereal quality. A sense of being tempered and wise beyond the years of her body, and now, loose of its confines, she seems only more so.
He sits down, drawing his knees close, and brushes loose curls away from his eyes. It's another foolishly human gesture for a boy halfway between flesh and flame. A person might think being radically transformed would free them from the irritations of the mortal form.
"Who puts a curse in a book, anyway?" He asks, quietly, more than a little rueful. "Why would you want to punish someone for wanting to understand a thing? That's what I'd want to know."
He sighs, dropping his gaze to the waters: "What was your book about?"
"Knowledge is powerful, Paul. Valuable." she tells him gently. She's not trying to chastise him, not at all. But that one seems a bit obvious to her. "If I were a dark witch trying to protect powerful knowledge I had, I would curse it too. I wouldn't want anyone else learning it."
Or maybe part of the curse is to tempt others into a downfall of some sort. Magic can be like that sometimes. But no wonder the people behind Paimon being brought from Hell were so desperate to covet the demon for themselves. A knowledge demon. There's so much power in him with that alone, never mind the riches and weapons and armour.
"A handbook." she replies grimly. "Only... the more I tried reading about this 'Archives' it was for, the more it began to know me in return. And it did know me. Some things I never said aloud, things I didn't tell anyone. The bad things."
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He sits down, drawing his knees close, and brushes loose curls away from his eyes. It's another foolishly human gesture for a boy halfway between flesh and flame. A person might think being radically transformed would free them from the irritations of the mortal form.
"Who puts a curse in a book, anyway?" He asks, quietly, more than a little rueful. "Why would you want to punish someone for wanting to understand a thing? That's what I'd want to know."
He sighs, dropping his gaze to the waters: "What was your book about?"
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Or maybe part of the curse is to tempt others into a downfall of some sort. Magic can be like that sometimes. But no wonder the people behind Paimon being brought from Hell were so desperate to covet the demon for themselves. A knowledge demon. There's so much power in him with that alone, never mind the riches and weapons and armour.
"A handbook." she replies grimly. "Only... the more I tried reading about this 'Archives' it was for, the more it began to know me in return. And it did know me. Some things I never said aloud, things I didn't tell anyone. The bad things."