( There's another tilt to the head at the name that Sansa gives, another gesture that leans just slightly too-far to be typical human behaviour. The thing's eyes, dark and swollen, glitter like the shell of a beetle. Ever-hungry to gain knowledge, always absorbing. In turn, he knows so many things, secrets to be shared and given. It's a perpetual cycle, and he stares at Sansa with an intensity that hums outwards, energy like static. It might make the finer hairs at the back of the neck prickle a little. )
Would you tell me about Alayne?
( A question left to be interpreted — it doesn't ask for specifics, only what the girl might be willing to share, and how. The meaning behind the other name, perhaps her feelings for it. Perhaps something else entirely. He's heard Sansa mention "Alayne" before, but he knows so little as to any details, for Peter would never ask.
But oh..... he wasn't certain if she might think to one now, or after some time, but the word that comes... Paimon's stunned, something flickering within him. It feels like the sun hanging low in the sky, deep and dripping oranges and yellows. It feels like sands, still warm but cooling. It feels like— himself. It's a clever name, so clever, given the direction he rules over in his home of Hell, and the energy of where his spirit must be summoned from. He's delighted by it, and by her cleverness. This is all very important. )
Sunset. Occasus. Sheqi'ah.
( He repeats the word in a couple of different languages; there are so many of those old tongues, but Latin and Hebrew were what the summoners of Peter's world used in their spells for him, and most commonly in his mind. Emotion is worn strangely in him, not quite able to display things like joy or happiness, but Sansa might feel that odd prickling energy to the air dancing around, fluttering, and the demon's eyes are alight. )
It is... fitting, yes. Very fitting. It is well done. I am very pleased.
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Would you tell me about Alayne?
( A question left to be interpreted — it doesn't ask for specifics, only what the girl might be willing to share, and how. The meaning behind the other name, perhaps her feelings for it. Perhaps something else entirely. He's heard Sansa mention "Alayne" before, but he knows so little as to any details, for Peter would never ask.
But oh..... he wasn't certain if she might think to one now, or after some time, but the word that comes... Paimon's stunned, something flickering within him. It feels like the sun hanging low in the sky, deep and dripping oranges and yellows. It feels like sands, still warm but cooling. It feels like— himself. It's a clever name, so clever, given the direction he rules over in his home of Hell, and the energy of where his spirit must be summoned from. He's delighted by it, and by her cleverness. This is all very important. )
Sunset. Occasus. Sheqi'ah.
( He repeats the word in a couple of different languages; there are so many of those old tongues, but Latin and Hebrew were what the summoners of Peter's world used in their spells for him, and most commonly in his mind. Emotion is worn strangely in him, not quite able to display things like joy or happiness, but Sansa might feel that odd prickling energy to the air dancing around, fluttering, and the demon's eyes are alight. )
It is... fitting, yes. Very fitting. It is well done. I am very pleased.