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In early October, a gift will be left on their doorstep, or in their mailbox. Inside a small box, wrapped in silvery paper, is a Sneakoscope — is a glass spinning top that stands upright when placed on a surface.
It contains a note from Luna which reads the following:
Dear Diarmuid,
This is a Sneakoscope, a magical item from my world. It is known as a 'dark detector' and will light up, whistle and spin when it detects that someone untrustworthy is nearby, or if they're doing something deceptive. I hope you'll find it of use in Deerington.
From Luna.
[ Towards the end of the month, something will be left outside of Diarmuid's cabin. Tucked under a small collection of pebbles to hold it in place, and framed by two large bird feathers for The Aesthetic, is....... an art piece.
The childlike work appears to have been done in a variety of things: there's some chalk, markers, a few paints.... That bloody encounter with Deerington's purest monk apparently left quite an impression on a certain strange demon. Though spelling Diarmuid's name is..... Well. There was an attempt. ]
The childlike work appears to have been done in a variety of things: there's some chalk, markers, a few paints.... That bloody encounter with Deerington's purest monk apparently left quite an impression on a certain strange demon. Though spelling Diarmuid's name is..... Well. There was an attempt. ]
[ .......Because Peter recently learned that Luna, in her strange suspicious state, had killed Clarisse, and she'd also mentioned something about Diarmuid, and Peter's..... feeling very worried for his friend. This absolutely is coming too late, but he only just found out about the Clarisse thing. ]
Hey, man?
I don't know how to ask this so I'm just... going to
Did Luna attack you last month?
Hey, man?
I don't know how to ask this so I'm just... going to
Did Luna attack you last month?
[ It's... taken a little time for Luna to actually do this. It's been a couple of weeks since the incident. John had gotten rid of the little creature before the end of November, but then she's had to deal with the fallout. With her own feelings, her own guilt before she works out what to do with the others, the one's she'd really hurt.
She feels awful. Truly. Diarmuid has only ever been kind to her, a good friend. And she hurt him. Friends don't hurt friends. She has much to make up for, and she has to make a start with that.
Bundled up warm against the cold and snow, she makes her way over to the boy's cabin. And when Diarmuid does answer the door, she steps back a little. Quietly ashamed and opting to offer a little distance between the two of them. There's a huge tupperware tub in her hands, filled with freshly baked brownies. Apology brownies.
She can't quite look him in the eye, her brow furrowed slightly. But she's quick to offer assurances: ]
It's... me. I'm me again. [ She slowly holds out the box to him. ] I... made brownies. For you.
She feels awful. Truly. Diarmuid has only ever been kind to her, a good friend. And she hurt him. Friends don't hurt friends. She has much to make up for, and she has to make a start with that.
Bundled up warm against the cold and snow, she makes her way over to the boy's cabin. And when Diarmuid does answer the door, she steps back a little. Quietly ashamed and opting to offer a little distance between the two of them. There's a huge tupperware tub in her hands, filled with freshly baked brownies. Apology brownies.
She can't quite look him in the eye, her brow furrowed slightly. But she's quick to offer assurances: ]
It's... me. I'm me again. [ She slowly holds out the box to him. ] I... made brownies. For you.
[ Holidays aren't exactly relevant to his brand of demon, but Paimon's curiosity and desire to learn have had him very interested in what's going on with this. When he learned it was a time of giving, it's definitely been on his radar. Maintaining his bonds with others in this place is extremely important for him; he often bestows little gifts to people. Now here's a time designated for that.
He's been practicing his art, and he's evolved to making more detailed miniatures again (something a past self used to do.....) Delivered sometime on the 25th, left on the porch, is a figure:
The little doll is very intricately made, comprised of different pieces and parts of random things he's been collecting over time, glued and fastened together. For Diarmuid, it's something that... Paimon can't quite explain. Something meant to be holy, perhaps. An angel, or simply a figure of light. Happy Holidays, Soft Monk Boy. 👑 ]
He's been practicing his art, and he's evolved to making more detailed miniatures again (something a past self used to do.....) Delivered sometime on the 25th, left on the porch, is a figure:
The little doll is very intricately made, comprised of different pieces and parts of random things he's been collecting over time, glued and fastened together. For Diarmuid, it's something that... Paimon can't quite explain. Something meant to be holy, perhaps. An angel, or simply a figure of light. Happy Holidays, Soft Monk Boy. 👑 ]
[ Diarmuid missed out on the cool scarves that Luna knitted last year, but she still had plenty of wool left and Diarmuid definitely needs one in his life. So, for Christmas, Luna's knitted him a scarf in Hufflepuff house colours — the house they'd once talked about him belonging to if he were ever to be at Hogwarts.
When worn, Diarmuid will find himself encased in a low-level warming charm, enough to keep the chilly weather at bay. Enclosed with the scarf is a small note: ]
To Diarmuid,
'... you might belong in Hufflepuff,
where they are just and loyal.
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
and unafraid of toil.'
Merry Christmas!
— Luna.
When worn, Diarmuid will find himself encased in a low-level warming charm, enough to keep the chilly weather at bay. Enclosed with the scarf is a small note: ]
'... you might belong in Hufflepuff,
where they are just and loyal.
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
and unafraid of toil.'
Merry Christmas!
— Luna.
[ Like a lot of people, Peter's all kinds of wonked out through much of March. But he manages to get a gift delivered to his friend just the same, around Diarmuid's birthday!
An Elvis teeshirt (Peter forgets lots of things, but not that Diarmuid mentioned being a jukebox Elvis fan; every teenage boy needs more black band tee-shirts) and a tapestry that can be hung on the wall or used as a tablecloth or any other sort of purpose Diarmuid might like.
A couple of days after Diarmuid's birthday has passed, Paimon will also make sure to deliver some nice feathers from a variety of birds and leave them right outside his door. These are some of the finest of his collection... Happy Birthday, Diarmuid... ]
An Elvis teeshirt (Peter forgets lots of things, but not that Diarmuid mentioned being a jukebox Elvis fan; every teenage boy needs more black band tee-shirts) and a tapestry that can be hung on the wall or used as a tablecloth or any other sort of purpose Diarmuid might like.
A couple of days after Diarmuid's birthday has passed, Paimon will also make sure to deliver some nice feathers from a variety of birds and leave them right outside his door. These are some of the finest of his collection... Happy Birthday, Diarmuid... ]
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