( It's among the biggest of his concerns β the fact of Paimon. Peter may be experiencing a certain trust in the demon these days out of necessity, but it doesn't mean he... trusts him. In so many ways, Paimon is still such an unknown. And after learning what Corruption could do to them, how it twists them into something like that... Peter's so very afraid. Having Luna so close to something so huge and alien and strange, and the... permanence of it. If something goes wrong... she'll be stuck with him. Them.
These are all concerns he's expressed with her in the days leading up to this. But it's become very clear, very quickly, that there are going to have to be shifts in certain things. Peter is going to have to... try harder. To stay well, to learn how to control certain things, to have a relationship with the demon. That concept has been building and growing over time, and now it's here, and he can't resist it anymore. He's going to have to get closer to Paimon, too. Learn how to truly co-exist with him, how to find balance, because this thing that exists between the three of them is going to depend on it.
And maybe that's already begun. With the conjuration of the ring, with the connection between himself and Paimon truly felt. Some door's been opened, and as afraid as Peter is, as much as he still wants to hide from it, he can't. Not anymore. He'll have to try as hard as he can to make this work, to make it as easy for Luna as possible. She'll be connected to his mind, so he'll have to try to make it a better place for her.
Because that really is the biggest concern. Other things β having one another so close, privacy, he's truly not worried about those things; he knows they'll sort that much out. Even Paimon has proven to be much better behaved than he once was, so long as nothing's affecting him in a bad way. They may have to establish some specific rules for him, but they've done that before, too. Inevitably, Peter will still worry about that part of it, but when it comes to the other things.... well. He trusts Luna with every single piece of himself; he's entrusted the safety of his soul to her once before, after all. So he's closing his eyes for a brief moment as she presses that little kiss to his forehead, a smile finally properly touching through, and then opens them again to look up at her. )
My hero. ( He says, with more warmth than playfulness, eyes softening all over again for her. He means it β she's kept him safe all this time. Luna's done so much for him, time and time again. Peter's heart flutters with love for her, hands drawing her smaller pair up to his mouth to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. It's true; he'll have his own bond with Luna, and perhaps the timing of it all really is ideal. In the past, Paimon might have fought such an idea, but now... the demon is nothing but supportive towards it. (Which is, admittedly, quite a bit creepy for Peter, but... he supposes ultimately this is better than the alternative.) )
I'm going to keep you safe, too. ( He hopes with everything inside of him that he can. The threat of Beasthood is certainly something that looms, but in the more immediate moment is Maul.... and the closer Peter is to Luna, the better he can hopefully protect her. With that, he lets go of one of the girl's hands to reach for the little bag of items, drawing it to himself. )
[ Granted she's well aware of the gravity of the situation, of how serious this all is. But for a very brief moment, she'll allow herself to be a little flustered at that. Her cheeks growing pink and lips pursing into a small smile as he brings her hand to his mouth, brushes a gentle kiss to her knuckles. It's nice to think she's someone's hero, even if she's not doing this to be a hero β more for the simple fact she would like to do as much as she can for someone she cares about.
And yes, more might need to be put in place after it's done β for moving forward, for the very fact she won't just be sharing her mind with Peter but with Paimon too. But in some ways she doesn't feel so worried about it all? They're both trusting one another with this. And she suspects (hopes) that Paimon will also cope well with it; that if there's rules for him with this, he'll comply easily enough. ]
I know. [ She very much believes him with that. That he'll do all he can to keep her safe, too. It's what they've always tried to do for one another, isn't it? With all the frightening and dangerous things of the world, they just try to keep one another safe, and loved.
With that, she steps back β tugging on his hand gently to pull him onto his feet before turning to lead him out of his room, down the corridor and back down stairs. Nothing looks particularly out of the ordinary, perhaps its a small mercy for Peter's sake. The lights cast a low light over the living room and Luna stops under the large open doorframe that connects the living room and hallway. She lets go of his hand and motions for him to stay where he is while she goes to retrieve the tray where she's placed the rest of the ingredients needed. ]
The spell's best done under a doorway or an arch. It allows Doorway themselves to bless the pact. [ The clue is in their name, it seems. But then as she's read up on her Patron, Doorway is also the Patron of connections and passageways. A doorframe is a connection from one room to another, she supposes. So it makes sense for a kind of their particular magic to be done underneath one.
Luna moves to kneel down on the floor under the doorway, directing Peter to do the same. She sets the tray to one side before reaching for the little silver bowl she'd gotten; left out for a night under the moonlight. Placing it between them, she takes a long, deep breath. She's admittedly a little jittery about all of this; it's still a different form of magic than she's used to. Pthumerians and their magic are still quite intimidating, and perhaps that's just something she'll get more confident with in time. But she's been partly thinking of it a bit like potions, it doesn't make it so bad when she thinks of it like that. ]
Alright. I'm going to put all the other ingredients firstβ [ The ashes, the roses. ] Then we add essences together, and do the blood last before mixing it together. It's just like making a potion.
[ Waiting for Peter to reply, she then reaches for the pouch of ashes and carefully tips it into the bowl, trying her best not to let them cloud upwards. Then she takes red rose first and carefully crushes the petals between her fingers to let them fall in after before doing the same with the two white ones. She takes her time with it, doesn't rush it. Relatively straight forward, she thinks. She lets out a soft breath with a slight smile before she goes for the long, pale strand of blonde hair and holds it up β ready to add it to the bowl as Peter does.
Lastly, the picks up the vial of her blood, pale and shimmery from its time under the moonlight to activate it. She pulls the stopper from the vial and gently lowers it to the bowl to add it into the mixture. Once they're done, all that's left is to mix it β with the shard of antler bone. She holds it over the bowl, pointing downwards. ]
Put your hand over mine. It should smell like fresh roses when it's ready.
( Despite everything, the moment is soft and nice and familiar β those doses of reassurance in the face of something new and frightening have become so common for them, by now. Through Deerington and on into Trench. Peter's slowly standing, taking his bag with him and casting a final glance around his room β the fish giving them a wide stare β before leaving the room with Luna to head down the stairs.
As they're nearing the designated spot, that anxiety returns to flicker within him with renewed vigor, and Peter's giving slow inhales and exhales, trying to keep himself steady. Though it's true that the display isn't anything compared to the last time they partook in a ritual together, with the circle and triangle drawn over Luna's floorboards, and Paimon's sigil and all the candlelight.... The thought of it still catches against a certain panic within Peter, that memory of his family's attic on the final night of his life.
And even though this is far less of a daunting display than that, the idea of what this all represents still frightens him in that same place. Magic, ritual... Intentional spots, intentional movements and gestures. He draws to a halt under the doorway, giving a nod at her instruction as he waits there awkwardly, looking around.
Then he's following her to a kneeled position, his heart pounding, relentless. He wonders if Paimon's awake β surely he must be, anticipating this all day long the way he has been, not to mention how powerful and important it is, this act of ritual. But the demon remains deathly quiet within him, not a single movement or sound. Unbeknownst to Peter, it's because the demon knows that the importance of this belongs to Luna and Peter. He's here by default, he's a part of it too, but the ritual is between his vessel and his witch. He stays in shadow, cleared from Peter's thoughts, not directly touching upon his consciousness with his spirit. Things need to be left untouched for the ritual's magic to work and take hold as it needs to. )
I'm glad you can remember all the steps. I didn't do so well in Chemistry. ( A small smile; some science is pretty reminiscent of what Luna's familiar with, potion-making, though Peter had a hard time with it... generally leaving it up to his lab partner to make sure nothing got blown to pieces.
He watches her put things in, eyes following the movements into the bowl. Then he's reaching for his own strand of hair, holding the single curly piece carefully inbetween two fingers. In it goes with hers, before his blood is tipped in with trembling fingers. This is the scary part; it always is. The blood. He watches it mingle in with hers, that unnaturally dark blood of his with the odd red streak to it.
Then he's sitting back on his heels as Luna mixes everything. His throat feels slick with nerves, but he nods again and gently reaches his hand out as directed. Slowly, he inhales, and thenβ )
βI smell it. ( Voice a hushed whisper, a little hoarse around the edges. ) It does smell like roses. You did it.
( Despite his anxiety, there's some little dose of pride in her. The steps may seem simple, but he knows from watching Luna at work before that it's of utmost importance that everything be done and followed exactly. If the slightest thing is wrong... it'll fail. The fact she's memorised everything, that they've succeeded this far thanks to her... he is proud of her.
Peter looks up at her, dark eyes finding her pale pair in the dim lighting. He can't help the little human fears popping up β will this hurt? Will it make them feel sick? He's afraid of pain, afraid of discomfort, of consequences. But more than any of those things, he's afraid to lose Luna or her well-being in any capacity. No matter if things like Beasthood and even death may be temporary; that doesn't matter to him. If he can keep her safe from more pain and hurt and loss.... if he can keep closer to her, be more of hers and her more of his.... that's what he wants.
And soβ it's him to voice soft reassurance aloud, a rarity for Peter, at least in such a moment like this where he's trembling softly, where his heart is pounding. )
It's going to be okay. ( Another little smile like a secret shared between them. ) We got this.
I recall you generally looking like you were going to nap during the practicals whenever I looked across the classroom. [ It's a light tease, the corners of her mouth curling up into a small smile. She is... also right, considering he would be leaving the work to whoever he'd be partnered up with in those lessons. But it's also spoken to distract him somewhat, to try to ease the tension. Of course this isn't going to be something easy for him to be present for, let alone take part in. She's mindful of that. A little light humour is best needed.
As the mixture starts to shift into a black paste, she's quiet β waiting with baited breath as she stares down at it. And then Peter utters it as soon as she realises, the heavy scent of fresh roses hitting her nose. It worked.
Luna lets out a breath, a smile forming with it. There's relief, considering the time spent working on this and the possibility of it going wrong and having to start all over again β but mostly she's just very pleased that she's done it right. Much like when one does well in a class, or on a test β a quiet kind of pride in herself and her hard work. Her gaze shifts back up to Peter to find him smiling back at her, and the smile widens a little more. She feels confident with that smile, nodding softly at his words, assured by them. They've got this, it'll be alright. ]
I'll go first. [ This is it. There's a little pause as she carefully moves her hair back, moving it out of the way to make sure it's free from her face. She's been reading the instructions, so she can show Peter what to do and have him copy her over explaining everything to him. Explaining things in the midst of a ritual itself might be a little, disruptive.
She takes her right hand and carefully lowers it into the paste, taking a couple of moments to cover it before she nods for Peter to do the same. Once he's covered his own hand in the paste, she takes another steadying breath to calm herself before slowly raising her hand to Peter's face. Very carefully, she places it against his cheek; cups it gently much like any time she might do when she'd hold his face in her hands, her fingers curling slightly at his jaw.
Holding it there for a moment, she swallows. Vows aren't needed, necessarily. But they're customary, and add extra power to the spellwork. Considering guests aren't easy due the current circumstances, it'd be a good idea to use vows instead. ]
I never thought I'd find someone I'd want to do a blood ritual bond withβ [ But here she is. There's a little smile as she continues. ] And out of all the people, I'm very glad it's you. You're my best friend, the person I love most. The person I get to share myself with. And even if this is something... huge, it's not really all scary since I get to do it with you, and I glad it's something you want with me, too.
I choose you to be the person to trust the most; to keep me safe, and I promise I will do whatever I can to keep you safe, in return. I want you, Peter. And I want to keep you, for as long as I possibly can. [ It's all she's ever wanted. She just wanted to keep him, all this time. For him to stay with her, to not disappear. And she'd do anything she could to do that. There's a short pause before she repeats the words he'd said just before, their words: ]
It's you and me.
[ With that, the paste on Peter's skin begins to glow a soft silver-gold beneath her hand. Luna inhales softly, quietly mesmerized by the sight β it's working. She keeps her hand there as she waits for Peter to follow her, it feels pleasantly warm. ]
( .....Luna's not wrong. It's a wonder Peter didn't actually fall asleep in the middle of Chemistry Experiments. Not that he didn't do plenty of mid-class snoozing in other subjects....
The little bout of lightheartedness does help, and comes with a soft laugh on his part. It's also a nice thing to share with her, one of their many memories together. Classes back in Deerington, times that felt... not quite like the average high school experience, but perhaps as close to it as the pair of them could ever have.
Now here they are facing the next unknown. And the moment's sobering again; this thing is building. Peter doesn't dare move at all as he watches Luna go first, eyes wide and focused. He wants to do well with this, too; he doesn't want to mess it up somehow. She's relying on him, so he sits very still until Luna directs him what to do, and then he's slowly lowering his hand in as well. There's a jolt of his heart, an anxious response he can't help. But he's letting the paste ease over his hand like she does, as his eyes move back up to catch Luna's, as she gently places her hand against his cheek.
Peter stares, heart fluttering relentlessly, wondering if he's going to feel something strange β some surge of magic, spellwork. Wondering if it will hurt, or how they'll know it worked. Wondering a million things in those few seconds. Then Luna starts speaking, and he stops wondering everything.
His eyes, already a little wet around the corners from the intensity of it all, swell more, but he doesn't blink, not at first. He just listens, a wavery little smile appearing on his face, one that barely moves his lips. There's a soft laugh, and a tear escaping down the other side of his face, and he swallows as he watches her. All of it has been there from the beginning. Their beginning. Ways to help each other, to keep each other. Ways to make sure each other stays safe... to protect each other. That's what she's saying to him now. The reason why she's doing this for, with him. And as Luna's words draw to a close, Peter feels something glowing, quiet. He isn't afraid, though. He thinks it feels like the shape of his love for Luna: something soft and warm and safe.
Slowly, he lifts his own hand to her face, gently framing it, feeling the wet of the paste between his palm and her cheek. He couldn't be more gentle with the gesture, biting on his lower lip for a moment before he begins to speak, too. He's never really good with saying how he feels, expressing it, but it comes from the most honest place of himself. A place that's just Peter, that's just his own heart. )
I've never had anyone like you before. Someone who lovβ ( Already he's choking up; the word catches in his throat, and he swallows. ) βloves me like this.
( So genuinely, and fiercely, and gently, and protectively. Someone who would do whatever they could to keep him safe. )
And I think, for a really long time, I've been... really scared, because I never knew how to protect someone like that. But nowβ ( Peter swallows again, mouth trembling a little at the corners. )
βnow I'm not scared of that anymore. Because I know I'm going to do whatever I can to protect you, too. I'd do anything I could. I'mβ going to keep doing whatever I can to make you safe. To keep you. Because I love you. ( He inhales, slow and soft. ) I love you.
( He sniffles a little wetly, fingertips gently curving against Luna's skin, and watches as the paste glows soft and ethereal. It's... beautiful. This doesn't hurt at all. They've made sacrifices for one another, but it doesn't feel like being made less, in that process. It feels like becoming more.
For a long moment, Peter just sits there in hushed stun, and thenβ they appear, dreamlike, that tall and statuesque figure. His wet eyes are widening as he stares up at them, and he still stays unafraid, because that soft warmth is spreading. It makes him feel safe and held, loved. )
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These are all concerns he's expressed with her in the days leading up to this. But it's become very clear, very quickly, that there are going to have to be shifts in certain things. Peter is going to have to... try harder. To stay well, to learn how to control certain things, to have a relationship with the demon. That concept has been building and growing over time, and now it's here, and he can't resist it anymore. He's going to have to get closer to Paimon, too. Learn how to truly co-exist with him, how to find balance, because this thing that exists between the three of them is going to depend on it.
And maybe that's already begun. With the conjuration of the ring, with the connection between himself and Paimon truly felt. Some door's been opened, and as afraid as Peter is, as much as he still wants to hide from it, he can't. Not anymore. He'll have to try as hard as he can to make this work, to make it as easy for Luna as possible. She'll be connected to his mind, so he'll have to try to make it a better place for her.
Because that really is the biggest concern. Other things β having one another so close, privacy, he's truly not worried about those things; he knows they'll sort that much out. Even Paimon has proven to be much better behaved than he once was, so long as nothing's affecting him in a bad way. They may have to establish some specific rules for him, but they've done that before, too. Inevitably, Peter will still worry about that part of it, but when it comes to the other things.... well. He trusts Luna with every single piece of himself; he's entrusted the safety of his soul to her once before, after all. So he's closing his eyes for a brief moment as she presses that little kiss to his forehead, a smile finally properly touching through, and then opens them again to look up at her. )
My hero. ( He says, with more warmth than playfulness, eyes softening all over again for her. He means it β she's kept him safe all this time. Luna's done so much for him, time and time again. Peter's heart flutters with love for her, hands drawing her smaller pair up to his mouth to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. It's true; he'll have his own bond with Luna, and perhaps the timing of it all really is ideal. In the past, Paimon might have fought such an idea, but now... the demon is nothing but supportive towards it. (Which is, admittedly, quite a bit creepy for Peter, but... he supposes ultimately this is better than the alternative.) )
I'm going to keep you safe, too. ( He hopes with everything inside of him that he can. The threat of Beasthood is certainly something that looms, but in the more immediate moment is Maul.... and the closer Peter is to Luna, the better he can hopefully protect her. With that, he lets go of one of the girl's hands to reach for the little bag of items, drawing it to himself. )
I'm ready.
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And yes, more might need to be put in place after it's done β for moving forward, for the very fact she won't just be sharing her mind with Peter but with Paimon too. But in some ways she doesn't feel so worried about it all? They're both trusting one another with this. And she suspects (hopes) that Paimon will also cope well with it; that if there's rules for him with this, he'll comply easily enough. ]
I know. [ She very much believes him with that. That he'll do all he can to keep her safe, too. It's what they've always tried to do for one another, isn't it? With all the frightening and dangerous things of the world, they just try to keep one another safe, and loved.
With that, she steps back β tugging on his hand gently to pull him onto his feet before turning to lead him out of his room, down the corridor and back down stairs. Nothing looks particularly out of the ordinary, perhaps its a small mercy for Peter's sake. The lights cast a low light over the living room and Luna stops under the large open doorframe that connects the living room and hallway. She lets go of his hand and motions for him to stay where he is while she goes to retrieve the tray where she's placed the rest of the ingredients needed. ]
The spell's best done under a doorway or an arch. It allows Doorway themselves to bless the pact. [ The clue is in their name, it seems. But then as she's read up on her Patron, Doorway is also the Patron of connections and passageways. A doorframe is a connection from one room to another, she supposes. So it makes sense for a kind of their particular magic to be done underneath one.
Luna moves to kneel down on the floor under the doorway, directing Peter to do the same. She sets the tray to one side before reaching for the little silver bowl she'd gotten; left out for a night under the moonlight. Placing it between them, she takes a long, deep breath. She's admittedly a little jittery about all of this; it's still a different form of magic than she's used to. Pthumerians and their magic are still quite intimidating, and perhaps that's just something she'll get more confident with in time. But she's been partly thinking of it a bit like potions, it doesn't make it so bad when she thinks of it like that. ]
Alright. I'm going to put all the other ingredients firstβ [ The ashes, the roses. ] Then we add essences together, and do the blood last before mixing it together. It's just like making a potion.
[ Waiting for Peter to reply, she then reaches for the pouch of ashes and carefully tips it into the bowl, trying her best not to let them cloud upwards. Then she takes red rose first and carefully crushes the petals between her fingers to let them fall in after before doing the same with the two white ones. She takes her time with it, doesn't rush it. Relatively straight forward, she thinks. She lets out a soft breath with a slight smile before she goes for the long, pale strand of blonde hair and holds it up β ready to add it to the bowl as Peter does.
Lastly, the picks up the vial of her blood, pale and shimmery from its time under the moonlight to activate it. She pulls the stopper from the vial and gently lowers it to the bowl to add it into the mixture. Once they're done, all that's left is to mix it β with the shard of antler bone. She holds it over the bowl, pointing downwards. ]
Put your hand over mine. It should smell like fresh roses when it's ready.
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As they're nearing the designated spot, that anxiety returns to flicker within him with renewed vigor, and Peter's giving slow inhales and exhales, trying to keep himself steady. Though it's true that the display isn't anything compared to the last time they partook in a ritual together, with the circle and triangle drawn over Luna's floorboards, and Paimon's sigil and all the candlelight.... The thought of it still catches against a certain panic within Peter, that memory of his family's attic on the final night of his life.
And even though this is far less of a daunting display than that, the idea of what this all represents still frightens him in that same place. Magic, ritual... Intentional spots, intentional movements and gestures. He draws to a halt under the doorway, giving a nod at her instruction as he waits there awkwardly, looking around.
Then he's following her to a kneeled position, his heart pounding, relentless. He wonders if Paimon's awake β surely he must be, anticipating this all day long the way he has been, not to mention how powerful and important it is, this act of ritual. But the demon remains deathly quiet within him, not a single movement or sound. Unbeknownst to Peter, it's because the demon knows that the importance of this belongs to Luna and Peter. He's here by default, he's a part of it too, but the ritual is between his vessel and his witch. He stays in shadow, cleared from Peter's thoughts, not directly touching upon his consciousness with his spirit. Things need to be left untouched for the ritual's magic to work and take hold as it needs to. )
I'm glad you can remember all the steps. I didn't do so well in Chemistry. ( A small smile; some science is pretty reminiscent of what Luna's familiar with, potion-making, though Peter had a hard time with it... generally leaving it up to his lab partner to make sure nothing got blown to pieces.
He watches her put things in, eyes following the movements into the bowl. Then he's reaching for his own strand of hair, holding the single curly piece carefully inbetween two fingers. In it goes with hers, before his blood is tipped in with trembling fingers. This is the scary part; it always is. The blood. He watches it mingle in with hers, that unnaturally dark blood of his with the odd red streak to it.
Then he's sitting back on his heels as Luna mixes everything. His throat feels slick with nerves, but he nods again and gently reaches his hand out as directed. Slowly, he inhales, and thenβ )
βI smell it. ( Voice a hushed whisper, a little hoarse around the edges. ) It does smell like roses. You did it.
( Despite his anxiety, there's some little dose of pride in her. The steps may seem simple, but he knows from watching Luna at work before that it's of utmost importance that everything be done and followed exactly. If the slightest thing is wrong... it'll fail. The fact she's memorised everything, that they've succeeded this far thanks to her... he is proud of her.
Peter looks up at her, dark eyes finding her pale pair in the dim lighting. He can't help the little human fears popping up β will this hurt? Will it make them feel sick? He's afraid of pain, afraid of discomfort, of consequences. But more than any of those things, he's afraid to lose Luna or her well-being in any capacity. No matter if things like Beasthood and even death may be temporary; that doesn't matter to him. If he can keep her safe from more pain and hurt and loss.... if he can keep closer to her, be more of hers and her more of his.... that's what he wants.
And soβ it's him to voice soft reassurance aloud, a rarity for Peter, at least in such a moment like this where he's trembling softly, where his heart is pounding. )
It's going to be okay. ( Another little smile like a secret shared between them. ) We got this.
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As the mixture starts to shift into a black paste, she's quiet β waiting with baited breath as she stares down at it. And then Peter utters it as soon as she realises, the heavy scent of fresh roses hitting her nose. It worked.
Luna lets out a breath, a smile forming with it. There's relief, considering the time spent working on this and the possibility of it going wrong and having to start all over again β but mostly she's just very pleased that she's done it right. Much like when one does well in a class, or on a test β a quiet kind of pride in herself and her hard work. Her gaze shifts back up to Peter to find him smiling back at her, and the smile widens a little more. She feels confident with that smile, nodding softly at his words, assured by them. They've got this, it'll be alright. ]
I'll go first. [ This is it. There's a little pause as she carefully moves her hair back, moving it out of the way to make sure it's free from her face. She's been reading the instructions, so she can show Peter what to do and have him copy her over explaining everything to him. Explaining things in the midst of a ritual itself might be a little, disruptive.
She takes her right hand and carefully lowers it into the paste, taking a couple of moments to cover it before she nods for Peter to do the same. Once he's covered his own hand in the paste, she takes another steadying breath to calm herself before slowly raising her hand to Peter's face. Very carefully, she places it against his cheek; cups it gently much like any time she might do when she'd hold his face in her hands, her fingers curling slightly at his jaw.
Holding it there for a moment, she swallows. Vows aren't needed, necessarily. But they're customary, and add extra power to the spellwork. Considering guests aren't easy due the current circumstances, it'd be a good idea to use vows instead. ]
I never thought I'd find someone I'd want to do a blood ritual bond withβ [ But here she is. There's a little smile as she continues. ] And out of all the people, I'm very glad it's you. You're my best friend, the person I love most. The person I get to share myself with. And even if this is something... huge, it's not really all scary since I get to do it with you, and I glad it's something you want with me, too.
I choose you to be the person to trust the most; to keep me safe, and I promise I will do whatever I can to keep you safe, in return. I want you, Peter. And I want to keep you, for as long as I possibly can. [ It's all she's ever wanted. She just wanted to keep him, all this time. For him to stay with her, to not disappear. And she'd do anything she could to do that. There's a short pause before she repeats the words he'd said just before, their words: ]
It's you and me.
[ With that, the paste on Peter's skin begins to glow a soft silver-gold beneath her hand. Luna inhales softly, quietly mesmerized by the sight β it's working. She keeps her hand there as she waits for Peter to follow her, it feels pleasantly warm. ]
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The little bout of lightheartedness does help, and comes with a soft laugh on his part. It's also a nice thing to share with her, one of their many memories together. Classes back in Deerington, times that felt... not quite like the average high school experience, but perhaps as close to it as the pair of them could ever have.
Now here they are facing the next unknown. And the moment's sobering again; this thing is building. Peter doesn't dare move at all as he watches Luna go first, eyes wide and focused. He wants to do well with this, too; he doesn't want to mess it up somehow. She's relying on him, so he sits very still until Luna directs him what to do, and then he's slowly lowering his hand in as well. There's a jolt of his heart, an anxious response he can't help. But he's letting the paste ease over his hand like she does, as his eyes move back up to catch Luna's, as she gently places her hand against his cheek.
Peter stares, heart fluttering relentlessly, wondering if he's going to feel something strange β some surge of magic, spellwork. Wondering if it will hurt, or how they'll know it worked. Wondering a million things in those few seconds. Then Luna starts speaking, and he stops wondering everything.
His eyes, already a little wet around the corners from the intensity of it all, swell more, but he doesn't blink, not at first. He just listens, a wavery little smile appearing on his face, one that barely moves his lips. There's a soft laugh, and a tear escaping down the other side of his face, and he swallows as he watches her. All of it has been there from the beginning. Their beginning. Ways to help each other, to keep each other. Ways to make sure each other stays safe... to protect each other. That's what she's saying to him now. The reason why she's doing this for, with him. And as Luna's words draw to a close, Peter feels something glowing, quiet. He isn't afraid, though. He thinks it feels like the shape of his love for Luna: something soft and warm and safe.
Slowly, he lifts his own hand to her face, gently framing it, feeling the wet of the paste between his palm and her cheek. He couldn't be more gentle with the gesture, biting on his lower lip for a moment before he begins to speak, too. He's never really good with saying how he feels, expressing it, but it comes from the most honest place of himself. A place that's just Peter, that's just his own heart. )
I've never had anyone like you before. Someone who lovβ ( Already he's choking up; the word catches in his throat, and he swallows. ) βloves me like this.
( So genuinely, and fiercely, and gently, and protectively. Someone who would do whatever they could to keep him safe. )
And I think, for a really long time, I've been... really scared, because I never knew how to protect someone like that. But nowβ ( Peter swallows again, mouth trembling a little at the corners. )
βnow I'm not scared of that anymore. Because I know I'm going to do whatever I can to protect you, too. I'd do anything I could. I'mβ going to keep doing whatever I can to make you safe. To keep you. Because I love you. ( He inhales, slow and soft. ) I love you.
( He sniffles a little wetly, fingertips gently curving against Luna's skin, and watches as the paste glows soft and ethereal. It's... beautiful. This doesn't hurt at all. They've made sacrifices for one another, but it doesn't feel like being made less, in that process. It feels like becoming more.
For a long moment, Peter just sits there in hushed stun, and thenβ they appear, dreamlike, that tall and statuesque figure. His wet eyes are widening as he stares up at them, and he still stays unafraid, because that soft warmth is spreading. It makes him feel safe and held, loved. )