Peter pauses at that, tensing just slightly at the implication. There's a moment he almost reaches up to remove the cloth and sit up, but he doesn't. He stays where he is, vision obscured, lying down. It's weirdly easier to talk like this, and after a moment he relaxes again. )
It's— not from here. From Trench, I mean. I got it back home.
( It's not that he can easily talk too much about this thing, but.... by now he's learned enough facts about the demon that he can at least relay them almost instinctively. Like pieces of his identity. I'm nineteen. I have black hair and brown eyes. I was sacrificed to a demon three years ago.)
He, I mean. He likes to be called he. He's some kind of king, and he's not always dangerous, but he can be. ( A beat. )
my slow butt hitting backtags, no worries if you prefer to let this go!!
Peter pauses at that, tensing just slightly at the implication. There's a moment he almost reaches up to remove the cloth and sit up, but he doesn't. He stays where he is, vision obscured, lying down. It's weirdly easier to talk like this, and after a moment he relaxes again. )
It's— not from here. From Trench, I mean. I got it back home.
( It's not that he can easily talk too much about this thing, but.... by now he's learned enough facts about the demon that he can at least relay them almost instinctively. Like pieces of his identity. I'm nineteen. I have black hair and brown eyes. I was sacrificed to a demon three years ago. )
He, I mean. He likes to be called he. He's some kind of king, and he's not always dangerous, but he can be. ( A beat. )
Is yours?
( Dangerous. )