Sometimes he waits until then, but sometimes he just... takes over when he wants to.
( Peter admits, quietly. It used to be more the former — with the demon creeping out at night, when his host was asleep. But these days... Paimon's out a lot during the daytime, too. He's really making a kind of life for himself in this place, no longer having to hide the way he did in Deerington, or be quite as cautious about revealing what he is to others. Peter's still not sure how to adjust to a life like that, something so strange and split.
'It must feel like being a slave to the power of another.'
There's a weighted, nervous pause, eyelids fluttering for a moment. That's... very much how it feels, and Peter's not sure how to respond. It's... complicated, and terrifying to think too much about. Again, maybe he shouldn't be revealing anything to Maul's brother, but he's too intimidated to try and shrug all of this off or play dumb.
....Besides, what good does it do to hide it anymore? This is his reality, his existence, now. It's never, ever going to change. )
...He was put... into me. By people back in my world. This... cult, or something. They didn't know what they were doing and we both got... messed up.
( It's been almost three years since then, but Peter's said this aloud less than a handful of times. Maybe he still hasn't quite processed it. Why did it have to be him? Why....?
But he's continuing on in a stammer, because he doesn't want this guy to think Paimon wants to get rid of him or something, or else he might decide to help the demon out with that. Peter's been burned by Maul before in that regard, okay. )
...but he's overall fine with me now, I mean— he doesn't want me gone or anything like that. He.... um. Wants to keep me.
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( Peter admits, quietly. It used to be more the former — with the demon creeping out at night, when his host was asleep. But these days... Paimon's out a lot during the daytime, too. He's really making a kind of life for himself in this place, no longer having to hide the way he did in Deerington, or be quite as cautious about revealing what he is to others. Peter's still not sure how to adjust to a life like that, something so strange and split.
'It must feel like being a slave to the power of another.'
There's a weighted, nervous pause, eyelids fluttering for a moment. That's... very much how it feels, and Peter's not sure how to respond. It's... complicated, and terrifying to think too much about. Again, maybe he shouldn't be revealing anything to Maul's brother, but he's too intimidated to try and shrug all of this off or play dumb.
....Besides, what good does it do to hide it anymore? This is his reality, his existence, now. It's never, ever going to change. )
...He was put... into me. By people back in my world. This... cult, or something. They didn't know what they were doing and we both got... messed up.
( It's been almost three years since then, but Peter's said this aloud less than a handful of times. Maybe he still hasn't quite processed it. Why did it have to be him? Why....?
But he's continuing on in a stammer, because he doesn't want this guy to think Paimon wants to get rid of him or something, or else he might decide to help the demon out with that. Peter's been burned by Maul before in that regard, okay. )
...but he's overall fine with me now, I mean— he doesn't want me gone or anything like that. He.... um. Wants to keep me.