I pride your....self on those, too. ( Peter says, mind slow and hazy and dumb, and gooey about it. He's proud of her for everything. He can't even remember what initially started this topic of conversation and it doesn't matter. He's proud, he's proud, he's proud, even if she leaves him kiss-hungry.....
But there's clearly something on Luna's mind, and Peter's pursing his lips thoughtfully, one shoe nudging against the wall, still feeling a little dizzy from lying on the floor. He keeps his eyes on Luna, a finger twirling a strand of her hair slowly, winding it around until the curls are tight against it. Then there's a hazy blink, confused, but mouth lifting into a crooked smile. Something secretly planned....?
Anniversary. That confused look remains on his own face, as his mind tries to make sense of what she means, not quite understanding.
But it sinks in not long after, and his expression slowly melts from amused to quietly startled. His brows lift, and his mouth parts. )
—Oh. Is it....? The anniversary of.... us?
( Memory is weird and a little dreamlike (or nightmare-like); a bloody room and so many screams. Hiding in the closet. Afraid she wouldn't come back. ...But not all of it was like that. Not before. Before, there was...... careful, cautious dancing. Still a little strange around each other after what Paimon had done, but....
....There were shy smiles and nervous fluttering and he'd asked her if he could call her his girlfriend. Maybe Luna had been that role for him long before then, but... it was made official. A year ago, it seems. And he forgot, wasn't keeping track of it. Guilt pools into Peter's stomach even through the pleasant high, and he frowns a little. )
....I'm sorry. I didn't even realise a whole year already went by.
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But there's clearly something on Luna's mind, and Peter's pursing his lips thoughtfully, one shoe nudging against the wall, still feeling a little dizzy from lying on the floor. He keeps his eyes on Luna, a finger twirling a strand of her hair slowly, winding it around until the curls are tight against it. Then there's a hazy blink, confused, but mouth lifting into a crooked smile. Something secretly planned....?
Anniversary. That confused look remains on his own face, as his mind tries to make sense of what she means, not quite understanding.
But it sinks in not long after, and his expression slowly melts from amused to quietly startled. His brows lift, and his mouth parts. )
—Oh. Is it....? The anniversary of.... us?
( Memory is weird and a little dreamlike (or nightmare-like); a bloody room and so many screams. Hiding in the closet. Afraid she wouldn't come back. ...But not all of it was like that. Not before. Before, there was...... careful, cautious dancing. Still a little strange around each other after what Paimon had done, but....
....There were shy smiles and nervous fluttering and he'd asked her if he could call her his girlfriend. Maybe Luna had been that role for him long before then, but... it was made official. A year ago, it seems. And he forgot, wasn't keeping track of it. Guilt pools into Peter's stomach even through the pleasant high, and he frowns a little. )
....I'm sorry. I didn't even realise a whole year already went by.