[ Luna feels it: the rising delight of some presence inside of him, reaching for her as she tentatively reached inwards to it. She had noticed it, the sounds lost amongst the surface noise, and in return it notices her — is so very aware of her. She doesn't know what to make of it, but the sudden awareness, of being seen by whatever it is brings a need to tread with care. The buzz of warm joy at being noticed... confuses her. She mentally steps back slightly, unsure — inhaling softly in a silent gasp as if she'd reached for something too hot, felt the burn of it against her skin.
She knows something is inside of Peter; knows something lurks in there, has looked at her and tried to reach for her before. But she has no idea of what it is, really — what kind of magic presence it truly is.
Now is not the time to go throwing herself into it, not when she's not sure what's going on between the two of them — how they can hear one another. Care... is needed. She isn't the steadfast and impulsive makings of a Gryffindor, after all. Her house favours caution in the face of new knowledge.
Her attention focuses back onto Peter, onto working out this strange communication between them. She watches him carefully as he considers for a moment and her eyes widen when his voice clearly rings inside of her mind — not quite as if he'd spoken aloud, more... intimate than that, somehow. Like a secret.
But she can't help but smile a little at him, making soft sounds of mirth at the words she hears. It's... a little silly, yes. But it works. She'd heard him. ]
I'm really hungry, too. [ At least she has her appetite back these days, as small as it is. She barely ate at all in her first week back from death.
Is this... some kind of Legilimency, though? It's the only word she knows for it, to look into another's mind. But it seems— seems shared. As if they both are Legilimens. Luna finds herself quite at ease with that wondering, inhaling and exhaling softly. Silently, she leans into him, resting easily against him — settling herself more comfortably. He's warm, the fabric of his rich clothing from the ship soft against her cheek. It— it feels safe.
She swallows slightly, concentrating for a moment — working to gently direct the words to him. ]
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She knows something is inside of Peter; knows something lurks in there, has looked at her and tried to reach for her before. But she has no idea of what it is, really — what kind of magic presence it truly is.
Now is not the time to go throwing herself into it, not when she's not sure what's going on between the two of them — how they can hear one another. Care... is needed. She isn't the steadfast and impulsive makings of a Gryffindor, after all. Her house favours caution in the face of new knowledge.
Her attention focuses back onto Peter, onto working out this strange communication between them. She watches him carefully as he considers for a moment and her eyes widen when his voice clearly rings inside of her mind — not quite as if he'd spoken aloud, more... intimate than that, somehow. Like a secret.
But she can't help but smile a little at him, making soft sounds of mirth at the words she hears. It's... a little silly, yes. But it works. She'd heard him. ]
I'm really hungry, too. [ At least she has her appetite back these days, as small as it is. She barely ate at all in her first week back from death.
Is this... some kind of Legilimency, though? It's the only word she knows for it, to look into another's mind. But it seems— seems shared. As if they both are Legilimens. Luna finds herself quite at ease with that wondering, inhaling and exhaling softly. Silently, she leans into him, resting easily against him — settling herself more comfortably. He's warm, the fabric of his rich clothing from the ship soft against her cheek. It— it feels safe.
She swallows slightly, concentrating for a moment — working to gently direct the words to him. ]
It's alright, though. I'd prefer to sleep first.