deercountry | i've looked at clouds from both sides now (𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥)

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i've looked at clouds from both sides now (𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥)

^{Who: Peter Graham + you! Prompts will be placed here.
What: Canon update business, potential event things, tba.
When: Through the month of November.
Where: Various places in Trench / tba.

Content Warnings: This character comes with demonic possession by default. There's a gif including nudity (non-sexual, just a couple of people shown naked from behind) in one of the posts.}^{Additional warnings will be placed in individual spaces.}

^{( On Peter's birthday and Blessed Month, he will go through a canon update that's given him updated memories. For weeks 1 - 3 he will mentally be MIA, and Paimon/Charlie may be interacted with. On week 4, Peter will return. Closed starters will be placed under the appropriate posts. Please hit me up @ plot post / plurk / large bat#2354 / pm if you're interested in a starter / if you'd like to plot for the month! )}

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[ He shudders like he's been hit with something and she grips him tighter. For once, she's the raft for someone else lost out here in a sea of emotional struggle and confusion.

In many ways, both Peter & Paimon are uniquely young for their ages. Peter was like that child afraid of the dark after too many horror movies. He was held back by his fears; stunted by them. And she couldn't blame him. He'd gone through horrors nobody ever should and now he was gone.

Paimon, on the other hand, for all of his tumultuous years of existence, held in place by people and used, was centuries old and yet he was somehow a child still learning to process the world around him. A child still struggling to understand his thoughts and feelings and the things that mattered to him. A demon stunted by a cult. A fucking cult.

Sharon frowns deeply, something in her breaking a little. She wonders if his pain is like her own; like the pain she and Alessa shared apart. That feeling of something missing. ]

You just... [ She swallows to catch her thoughts, a familiar ache is pinging in her brain like a reminder of her own griefs and struggles. ] You just let it exist. In your chest. Like it's a wound. [ Her voice grows thick. Heavy with her own grief. ]

Like a part of you was removed and now there's a hole. A hole you can't ever fill no matter what you do. No matter how you lash out or cry or-or... ignore it. It lives in you now.

[ She rubs her thumbs over the soft skin on the tops of his hands in small, circular motions; an attempt to provide some form of comfort. ] You just get used to it.

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i've looked at clouds from both sides now (𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥)

ahhh this is so late feel free to ignore!