A name is truly a powerful thing. Peter (or whomever he is) can't remember as much in his confused state, but the knowledge is still there in him, somewhere. To be given a name... It means something very important to the ancient, deep part of him. The part that sits there in him like an old stone well, and something lurks within.
And maybe some part of him is slowly coming out, even if it's at a crawling pace, something creeping up from that deep, dark well. Some part of him, fueled by the context of given names and.....what the boy (Alec Lightwood) says soon after that.
I wish I could help you...
His dark eyes flutter and widen; it feels like something's.... clicked inside of him. Some little bird, or an insect, wings flashing fast. I wish; that phrase. It's the most important thing of all, for the ancient demon king of wishes and secrets. Countless people over countless time have come to him with their wishes, their desires, presenting offerings as exchange.
This young man has given him no offering, certainly hasn't summoned him, but Paimon is strangely compelled by those words all the same.
"You can," he says, and his voice is weirdly a little clearer all of a sudden, more sure of itself. (Even... a little firm?)
His eyes slowly drop back down to the fabric in Alec Lightwood's hands. "You can help me find cloth, too. Like this."
The demon king wants to find nice new clothes too, it seems... and Alec Lightwood clearly has an eye for it.
( Alec Lightwood )
A name is truly a powerful thing. Peter (or whomever he is) can't remember as much in his confused state, but the knowledge is still there in him, somewhere. To be given a name... It means something very important to the ancient, deep part of him. The part that sits there in him like an old stone well, and something lurks within.
And maybe some part of him is slowly coming out, even if it's at a crawling pace, something creeping up from that deep, dark well. Some part of him, fueled by the context of given names and.....what the boy (Alec Lightwood) says soon after that.
I wish I could help you...
His dark eyes flutter and widen; it feels like something's.... clicked inside of him. Some little bird, or an insect, wings flashing fast. I wish; that phrase. It's the most important thing of all, for the ancient demon king of wishes and secrets. Countless people over countless time have come to him with their wishes, their desires, presenting offerings as exchange.
This young man has given him no offering, certainly hasn't summoned him, but Paimon is strangely compelled by those words all the same.
"You can," he says, and his voice is weirdly a little clearer all of a sudden, more sure of itself. (Even... a little firm?)
His eyes slowly drop back down to the fabric in Alec Lightwood's hands. "You can help me find cloth, too. Like this."
The demon king wants to find nice new clothes too, it seems... and Alec Lightwood clearly has an eye for it.