( He slowly removes his hand, lowers it back to his side. Gives a long, slow exhale, feels his spirit shift and move within itself as though it, too, is taking a breath of air. It's been a very long time since he shared himself in this way — not as an object of terror, but simply being seen and known. As much as something like him can be, at least.
Even for Luna, whom he shares a literal demon-witch-bond with, he is careful with exposing himself, given past incidents and accidental pain inflicted upon the girl with his spirit. So this is... nice, to be able to stretch certain muscles, to reveal his spirit to someone else, even if it's only the concept of a thing, dreamlike. It's still an introduction that reaches deeper than trying to explain who he is, when he still struggles with such a thing. He feels pleased, and a spark of thrill. This is an important connection he's making. )
He knows of me, though it has taken.... much time for him to understand what I am. ( Paimon existed within the boy for nearly a year before Peter even so much as learned his name. It's been a long process. A difficult one. As he speaks, the demon adjusts the flame again, having noticed Dito pull back from it a few moments ago as though uncomfortable. It dies down into a much softer glow. As for why Peter was chosen... it's strange, complicated. Paimon is quiet for a few long moments before he responds. )
The People who summoned me... I was to be kept hosted within a specific bloodline. He was meant to be mine from his birth, but... he was kept from me, by his mother. I was placed within a temporary vessel until he could be removed from his mother, and made ready for me. Made vulnerable.
( Paimon glances down at himself, the body he lives within now. Contained, like a bird within a cage. )
He was not meant to.. remain. His spirit. But when we awoke in the place before this one, the Dream.... he stayed with me. He is weak, and he flinches from me still, but I desire to teach him to grow stronger. He grows older, and I will shape him.
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Even for Luna, whom he shares a literal demon-witch-bond with, he is careful with exposing himself, given past incidents and accidental pain inflicted upon the girl with his spirit. So this is... nice, to be able to stretch certain muscles, to reveal his spirit to someone else, even if it's only the concept of a thing, dreamlike. It's still an introduction that reaches deeper than trying to explain who he is, when he still struggles with such a thing. He feels pleased, and a spark of thrill. This is an important connection he's making. )
He knows of me, though it has taken.... much time for him to understand what I am. ( Paimon existed within the boy for nearly a year before Peter even so much as learned his name. It's been a long process. A difficult one. As he speaks, the demon adjusts the flame again, having noticed Dito pull back from it a few moments ago as though uncomfortable. It dies down into a much softer glow. As for why Peter was chosen... it's strange, complicated. Paimon is quiet for a few long moments before he responds. )
The People who summoned me... I was to be kept hosted within a specific bloodline. He was meant to be mine from his birth, but... he was kept from me, by his mother. I was placed within a temporary vessel until he could be removed from his mother, and made ready for me. Made vulnerable.
( Paimon glances down at himself, the body he lives within now. Contained, like a bird within a cage. )
He was not meant to.. remain. His spirit. But when we awoke in the place before this one, the Dream.... he stayed with me. He is weak, and he flinches from me still, but I desire to teach him to grow stronger. He grows older, and I will shape him.