[ Paimon doesn't notice the man in the corner until he speaks — and his head moves upwards, eyes vexed widely, startled. But his movements are weirdly slow, lethargic. Even in this dreamscape where the usual limits of him aren't quite so pressing, he's something so strange.
Some part of him remembers seeing.... strangers, before Deerington. People watching him from the shadows, smiling at him. There was a hunger to those smiles, but a happiness, too. They were his... followers, swarming Peter like insects on a dying animal, welcoming Paimon in. Is this man.. one of them?
But something's... different to him. And yet familiar. Paimon slowly begins to stand up from the bed, turning to face where the man is. The... feeling of him, whatever remnants exist even in this dream space, seem to draw him closer. He....... has felt this before, hasn't he? (A coldness, something in him whispers and shudders, but it isn't unpleasant.) ]
Why are you here? [ It isn't accusatory, more shyly voiced than anything. And then he wonders, because maybe this man is one of the cult, somehow— ] Are you here for me?
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Some part of him remembers seeing.... strangers, before Deerington. People watching him from the shadows, smiling at him. There was a hunger to those smiles, but a happiness, too. They were his... followers, swarming Peter like insects on a dying animal, welcoming Paimon in. Is this man.. one of them?
But something's... different to him. And yet familiar. Paimon slowly begins to stand up from the bed, turning to face where the man is. The... feeling of him, whatever remnants exist even in this dream space, seem to draw him closer. He....... has felt this before, hasn't he? (A coldness, something in him whispers and shudders, but it isn't unpleasant.) ]
Why are you here? [ It isn't accusatory, more shyly voiced than anything. And then he wonders, because maybe this man is one of the cult, somehow— ] Are you here for me?