possessum: (some part of you covered me)
ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ 👑 ᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɪᴍᴏɴ ([personal profile] possessum) wrote2019-08-07 09:01 pm

— 𝐜 𝐨 𝐧 𝐭 𝐚 𝐜 𝐭


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NOTE: I am forever backtag friendly and absolutely open to doing things from past events that won't really have an effect on things at any given time. For example, if you'd like to do something with Peter aged down or when he was his spider dream guide, etc.

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[ The presence leaves as suddenly as it first came to her, she exhales and it draws back. Falling away into distant background noise, no longer reaching past Peter for her. It still seems... happy, even as it leaves her. She's left with quiet, unformed questions — a silent curiosity of whatever it was. Doesn't know if it will reach for her again, either just simply content at being acknowledged or looking for the connection once more.

It's thoughts for another time, but ones that she won't let slip too far away from her. This is... important. Something more direct than brief flickers behind his eyes, or wild thrashing without any coherent thought. Her eyes glance down to the thread — what has it opened between them?

Luna purses her lips for a moment, thoughtful but then distracted by something else. She can feel a little anxiousness and she knows it isn't her own. Some quiet fear that doesn't belong to her — but slips through and gently fills the spaces in her mind for a brief moment. The presence isn't the only one who feels warmth — she's sure it's coming from Peter, too. That he's comforted to be here with her.

And she feels comforted in return, it seems to drift through them, a constant. Safe. That word seems to sound out again. She feels safe. Luna leans on that word, that feeling. Inhales it, draws it in to her and exhales it out to him — a soft whisper of emotion. It's sincere: she is safe.

He pulls the blanket over her. It's strange, this. A nice strange, despite its newness. She settles against him, muscles finally relaxing — there's little room for relaxing in this place. But... she can do it here, right now. Her body quietly aches for it: for rest, for dreamless sleep.

Peter speaks again and she exhales a breath, amusement in it. She... likes this. Some silent little secret between them, speaking like this — soothed by his voice in her head. ]


Thank you. [ It's soft, sleepy — a sigh that sounds more peaceful than she's been for some time now. Her thumb moves again, absently brushing against his knuckles of their clasped hands, the ones holding the strings between them.

It doesn't last long, the motion growing slower and slower as sleep inches closer. It's barely a few minutes before her breathing finally begins to even out into easy, shallow breaths — slipping into sleep. ]