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

[possessum]

<sup>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.</sup>

^{( 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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[creidim]

[ He lets her draw close, but she's still as careful and cautious as she can be with him. Merlin knows what he might be going through right now. She's dealt with him before, when he's mentally gone away and can't quite recall himself. But never like this, it's never been this long. Forgetting is scary.

She nods at his question, smiling a little. Her house? Their house. ]

It is. You live here, too. This is your room. [ There's a soft little laugh, one that makes her want to sob when it bubbles up in her throat. Of all the things to look for, he was looking for his stash of The Weed. How incredibly on par for him. If she had any doubt, it definitely pushes it away. ]

You were looking for The Weed. It's probably been a while since you've smoked.

[ Once she's close enough, one hand slowly reaches out for him — gently resting it on his knee. Her thumb brushes gently, an attempt of comfort. There's another bubble of something in her chest: relief and ache and love all rolled into one. He came back. ]

You'll remember. [ She's gentle in that. ] You just need to give yourself a little time. But I'm here, I'll help. Alright?

[possessum]

( His room....? That seems to surprise him a little, and the boy's looking slowly around again, as though to take in his surroundings once more.

His eyes linger on an item or two — a guitar propped against a wall, a telescope aimed to a window. A green blanket folded up and set on the dresser. His things...?

Something to it all doesn't feel exactly right. The shape of it, the feeling. For a moment, he thinks of the darkest part of the wood, and he doesn't know why, but he shudders quietly. (Is he in someone else's life?) But Peter's looking back up as the girl speaks, draws closer. He doesn't seem to have much recognition for "The Weed" either, just watches her face. There's a soft startle when she touches his knee — not afraid or pulling back, just a movement of his face, eyes dipping downwards to watch. )

Alright. ( It's said very softly, as his eyes move back upwards to the girl's face. He believes her, trusts her — agrees quietly, as his eyes hold onto her, not wanting her to go. (Why is he suddenly afraid to lose her?)

Peter swallows, eyes moving once again to her cheek, catching the iridescent film there, barely perceptible, the ghost of a thing. He stares for a long moment before his own hand lifts a little, hovers in the air. It feels okay to touch her — to reciprocate it, the girl's gentle touch. But he doesn't yet, just lets his fingers stay there between them for a moment.

It's important, that fairy-shimmer. He doesn't quite know why, but he knows it is. )

You have...... ( He doesn't know the word for it, a quiet yearning frustration calling from inside of himself, words he can't quite find. )

....I don't know. But it's there. I see it.

[creidim]

[ It's not the first time he's been confused, not knowing where he is or who she is — but it's certainly never felt this extreme before. Granted, the fact he's been away for so long is in itself quite extreme. But Luna knows to be patient with him, to gentle nudge things here and there to try to help him remember himself again. He'll need time, but that's alright.

He's distracted by something, though. Her eye raise in silent questioning, but she doesn't speak — letting whatever it is come to him in his own time. His hand raises, and she's still for a long moment: You have...... I don't know. But it's there. I see it.

There's a brief few seconds before realisation lights up behind her eyes. A small smile curls at the corners of her mouth: ah, her cheek — the faint shimmering mark of a handprint against her skin. That's what he sees, what he's reaching for. ]

Here. [ Slowly, carefully still — she brings up her own hand and gently guides it towards her cheek, tilting her head slightly to help his hand meet her face. If he moves his fingers just right, he'll notice how his hand fits perfectly in place. ]

... Do you see—? [ Her voice is hushed, before her own gaze shifts to his cheek: the twin mark to her own in the shape of her hand. Her hand raises towards it, hovering but not quite making contact yet. ] You have one, too.

[ Gently, her hand presses against his cheek. ]

Just here.