( .....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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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. )