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Who: Luna Lovegood or Cole & You!
What: Catch-All for Endgame. Putting up starters/sections for certain things, so bear with me while I get things organised. Please hit me up for plotting!
When: May — August.
Where: Various.

Content Warnings: tba.

witchy girl | spirit boy

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[ In truth, a small part of her had mistaken his meaning of 'wanting to be a Beast for her'. As if it might be something more... uh, romance-related. A fair assumption, given their conversation much earlier in the month, and the rise in confidence she'd noticed in her boyfriend as of late. Perhaps some clever ploy to coax her into taking a break from writing, after too many late nights spent hunched over her desk.

But no, Peter Graham did, in fact, mean actual Beasthood. Which had shifted the bemused expression into one of worried horror when he'd produce the via of Beast blood. Why did he have something so dangerous? How did he get such a priceless thing? Why was he offering to transform into a state of being so terrible as Beasthood? It had taken a great deal of convincing her. She didn't want him to fall to Beasthood for her sake, didn't want him to go through the experience of it. It might have been one of the rare times where Luna had been far more anxious than Peter over something. Beasthood was not something to play with.

But she'd been convinced in the end, with serious, well thought out parameters. Beasthood is rarely something to keep well-contained, but keeping everything controlled as much as possible would allow for some kind of safety for the short amount of time Luna would be able to study him and then bring him back to himself. Still, there's worry in her when she hugs him tightly and Peter moves to put space between them. She mouths a soft 'I love you', watching him intently with her wand drawn — wringing her hands in her unsettled state.

It's hard not to immediately run towards him when he shifts, remembering in some murky, hard-to-reach memory of what it had happened to her. How everything had changed, how panicked she'd been — desperately begging Clarisse to take her wand, to keep it safe and pass it on to Peter. But the shape of him changes so quickly it keeps her feet rooted to the spot, the realisation dawning her as her head lifts up and up.

Even in her world, there are creatures that while awesome sights to marvel and study, are incredibly dangerous to be so close to. Dragons have their own specially-trained keepers, and she is certainly not one of them. The sight of him: a towering, serpentine creature, is enough to make her draw back a half-step with wide eyes. She's not sure what she would have expected, but she certainly didn't think of this: Peter's Beast form is a Dragon.

The roar causes the ground to stir beneath her feet, the sound almost deafening as she lifts her hands to cover her ears. She soon loses her balance and topples over, managing to keep herself sitting upright at least as she cringes against the din. Too loud—! Too much—! She shouts up to him, despite herself: ]

PETER, STOP—! ENOUGH—!

[ Now she's drawing attention to herself, wonderful. This is probably how she dies, now: eaten alive by her dragon boyfriend.... ]

( The bellowing roars continue for a few moments — not in unison but one staggered slightly after the other, which is perhaps worse on the ears, the air pulsing with two intense, unnatural vibrations that thrum abrasively against themselves. The surrounding area continues to quake violently, sending any birds or other nearby wildlife fleeing quickly away.

Then, suddenly, a voice shouts out and that actually freezes the Beast, both roars cutting off as the slit pupils of all the creature's eyes contract in awareness, startled by the interruption. Both long necks swivel downwards with an alarming speed, circling around the girl on the ground, throats rippling with movement. It's difficult to tell at first if this is curiosity or aggression, but the heads draw extremely close, puffs of hot air released on either side of Luna, both sets of nostrils flaring outwards.

As it moves, the Beast continues to stretch its newly-formed body, large wings thrusting out, but the action causes them to snap more nearby trees with a loud, splitting sound. ...And as soon as this happens, both of those heads that are coming so dangerously close to Luna immediately freeze again, necks whipping upwards and eyes wide as the dragon seems......

....frightened....?

One of its heads gives a sudden sound, a sort of nervous cry, and the dragon is immediately shrinking back and trying to back up into the line of trees, a feat that isn't so easy with yet more forestry all around. Each time its wings or tail snaps loudly against another tree, the Beast visibly balks and breathes with nervous agitation, and it starts cowering down as much as it can, serpentine necks quickly lowering and curling inwards towards its own body, like it's trying to hide.....

He has ANXIETY. )

[ This is... absolutely how she dies, isn't it? She goes rigid, still as stone as the neck snap towards her — still with her hands over her ears, looking like a deer in the headlights. She's not even entirely sure where to look, her eyes darting between the head at either side of her, then close briefly as she cringes a little when she's hit with hot air. She wonders for a moment if she's possibly getting burned before she might be eaten. It's quite possible. What a way to die.

Until the Beast moves, stretching its wings out, and the sound of trees buckling a breaking against the pressure sends the Beast into... panic—? Oh, this is panic. ]

No, no, no— [ She's up on her feet once more. It's... a surreal thing to witness. She doesn't think she's ever seen a dragon cower before. She's almost at a loss for what to do; she's still not entirely sure just how volatile he is like this. But the fear in the Beast has her moving, careful and cautious steps drawing near. ]

It's alright, you're alright. It's just the trees. [ She keeps her voice low, uttering soft sounds. Hushes and steady clicks under her breath, gentle coaxing sounds. She moves slowly, edging a little closer. She could maybe draw a shield charm if he snaps for her, her wand at the ready in her hand — held low, ready to sweep upwards to cast. ]

Listen to me, it's Luna— [ Will he even recognise her? She doesn't know. She can only hope there might be some kind of familiarity, but it's possible he might not know who she is. She has to try, though.

Her free hand reaches out for him, fingers splayed. More hush-sounds and clicks. Drawing close and then stopping, not wanting to crowd him. ]

Don't be scared, you're alright.

( Why is everything so! Noisy!! The Beast keeps trying to back up, only to be met with more of the woods behind him, his body far too large to properly fit. Trees are snapping and breaking with more of those splitting sounds, and the dragon's necks continue fretfully curling in close to its body while its long tail curls tightly around one of its back legs. Panic is definitely the vibe here, which is... perhaps almost comical a sight, considering his massive size and foreboding appearance. But he is desperately trying to make himself small........

When the girl speaks again, it takes a few moments for the dragon to respond in its state, still fitfully trying to cower in on itself, wings still crashing against trees on either side of itself.... until those soft sounds and clicks do come through, and the Beast's eyes are all rolling downwards to stare at the tiny witch below. The great scaled body stops moving around and tenses as the girl slowly approaches a bit closer, but then something in the Beast pauses, once again really locking onto her.

Staring.... staring... If it's not outright recognition, it's certainly something, attention held intensely in place by the girl as she calls up to the Beast. Both heads slowly turn to face her dead-on, one tilting slightly, as though curious. They regard her like that, listening to the sounds she makes, something softer and intentional to concentrate on, and after a long moment, one head slowly starts snaking a bit closer, moving down to where the girl is, pausing only a few feet away as its eyes stare widely at her.

......At once, a large bird gives a rasping cry and flies out of a nearby tree, sending the dragon's other head into terror. It joins its twin, moving out closer to the girl and lowering near her feet, giving a throaty whimper as it seems to be trying to nudge behind her....... Is he... trying to hide behind her...

Yes, yes he is. )

[ Staring is fine. Staring is not being eaten or immediately attacked. But she knows better than immediately think that's alright. She's very still, staring back, unsure what this might be, or if it's simply a captivated attention. Then, one head is tilting, creeping close to her— oh, this is... interesting.

Until a bird's cry sends the other head into a panic and rather than trying to cower inwards against itself it.... wait is he... cowering behind her because he's scared...?

(No, this is really interesting.)

She can't help but feel a gentle pang of pity, though. But there's a gentle chuckle at it all. It honestly feels a bit ridiculous that he's so easily frightened when he's far bigger than anything else. Even she isn't so big as a Beast, from what she'd gathered from the others who'd seen her like that. ]

You're quite easily spooked, aren't you? [ ... Well, if it doesn't seem likely he's going to eat her, then it might be safe to try something — to press a little further. Very carefully, she reaches with her free hand to gently reach down to brush against the cowering head — hard, sharp, smooth scales much like the dragon-hide she's familiar with. There's one brush of her hand, then another, and another — uttering more hushing and clicking noises for a moment.

... Sometimes you have to pet your boyfriend when he's a two-headed dragon to try to calm him down, it seems. ]

Nothing's going to hurt you. You're quite alright. I imagine everything's just very different, now.

( The one head keeps nudging closer, long neck allowing it to snake behind the girl, looping around as it (unsuccessfully) tries to hide behind her..... and not shirking back from the movements of her hand; no, the dragon only seems fueled harder to continue its effort to nudge in close. Oh.... this feels nice.....

A rippling sound moves up from its throat, a sort of vibrating thrum, coaxed by the sounds she's making and the brushes of her hand.

....The other head watches all of this for a few long moments before it, too, begins to come in close, looping around the other side of Luna and puffing hot air in the face of its twin, causing it to startle back a bit so that he can get the attention. Move! He wants pets now... )

[ ... This isn't so bad. Yes, her boyfriend is a giant, two-headed dragon who is incredibly skittish but... really this could all be going so much more worse for her. But she's literally just stood here petting a Beast, and she's aware of the fact there's certainly more gentler Beasts in the world. It's possible Peter might just be one of them, too.

Although she's not completely sure on that when the other head bullies the first out of place for... pets. Luna sighs. ]

Hey. No fighting. [ There's a short little 'tsk' sound of disapproval, and she is gently stern with that. ] You can both get pets.

[ Still, the other head will also be getting pets too, a few brushes of her hand against scaled-skin before the penny drops:

... Wait. Both of them.

This... is not just Peter as a Beast. The more frightened head is certainly him, but the other one is... yes, this is Paimon as a Beast, too. Maybe if Peter doesn't completely recognise her, the demon might—? ]

... Paimon? Do you recognise me—?

( That bullying head gives a satisfied snort when he receives some of his own pets, tossing his head slightly and mouth curving back with a sharp grin. Meanwhile, the other head sulks a bit and ventures forth again, moving to rest its chin down on the ground by the girl, already pretty tired from the events that have transpired..... Is it naptime yet?

'... Paimon? Do you recognise me—?'

Hearing the name does seem to give him pause... the dragon still staring at the witch for a few long moments. He can't exactly understand human speak, but perhaps there's something to that name..... Eyes glittering with an intelligence, that sharp mouth pursed slightly at the girl before it parts and a flickering tongue darts out, almost thoughtfully.

There's something about this little creature that he's certainly drawn to, and the awareness is really coming in now that he's close to her, and now that she speaks to him, face to face. Something that feels... protective. As though she is his. The dragon gives a vibrating growl deep in its throat, not out of agitation, just noises, and starts sniffling her, nostrils puffing in and out like some oversized dog's as he sniffs and snuffs.

If this gesture causes the girl to stop any petting, the other head will lift and watch mournfully.... )

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here comes THE BOY

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we know which head is Paimon

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