[ a single step back from the momentum of power trusted onto him was all it took to free luna. even if the titan had repositioned his talons to find footing— he was still blinded, he couldn't see a thing, but his limbs, they wanted to move without his consent. falco's panic escalates: i don't want to hurt peter, or luna—, just enough for the ooze to drip, and speak without speaking. what comes from the titan's dual maw is an unholy shriek as it twisted every way possible to pinpoint where the demon stood. it could hear him, it could feel him. a croak gurgles and hollowly expels from the creature's beak. there are words, but there aren't. there is a confusing quietness that settles into the mind of the encased being before thoughts sound chaotic beyond recognition. but they piece together something, that roughly resembles the defiance of something young and learning:
it cares not for luna, unhinges the titan's outer set of bone jaws and sawtoothed edges to snap, blindly but insistently. whatever it was that paimon was feeling for the beast-turned witch, right now—
no subject
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it cares not for luna, unhinges the titan's outer set of bone jaws and sawtoothed edges to snap, blindly but insistently. whatever it was that paimon was feeling for the beast-turned witch, right now—
it felt close to anger and panic. it wants him. ]