( The boy and the demon both have a connection with this man. Susurrus knows that on a level deep and sleepy, and up until recently he's not been involved in their affairs too much. But things are changing β opening up, over time. He feels these shifts, and he reaches out. Careful and shy like Peter, curious and alien like Paimon.
Like his namesake, Susurrus is a soft hiss, a hum, a buzz: wind quietly blowing through trees. He seeks Fiddleford on a level neither Peter nor even Paimon can reach, a place belonging only to Omens. It's there that he finds her, mental voice a soft hiss. )
['Soft' is definitely not the word for Hollyhock. Warm yes, soft no. She sounds, not to put too fine a point on it, like she'd offer you cookies in the same breath as telling you to get a haircut. Parental in the same way Fiddleford is, only she's also got all the common sense and steadiness he lacks.
Or rather, she's all the common sense he doesn't listen to and the steadiness he craves but can't maintain.]
Sure can. You need somethin', honey?
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( Oh, she is warm. Inherently, Susurrus knows what Peter knows, and what Peter knows are tense evenings in a home with cold wooden floors, spent around a dinnertable in silence, or strained attempts at family conversation. A mother's hand that felt more like a claw: never particularly warm when she'd reach for him, and she so rarely did. There was little warmth, in that home. In that mother.
Susurrus is slightly taken aback by how to react to being called something so endearing as "honey". It feels like the meaning of the word itself: thick and comfortable. )
I can sssspeak now. Before, I could not.( .....Shyly, the soft static of him nudging closerβ )
I thought I should make contact. With othersssss.
( ...He came to say hey but he has no idea where to go from there! Peter's Omen is awkward! )
[That's the one place Fiddleford and Peter really differ: he comes from a home that was small but full of love, and extending that to other people comes as easy as breathing. Everyone's a honey and Hollyhock feels the same way.]
Oh sure. Ain't no fun bein' by your lonesome.
[She also... well. She talks the way his family talked. The way he'd talk if he didn't consciously push the accent down, because nobody wants to listen to you talk about advanced quantum physics if you do it sounding like you're from the hills. It's come out more in Trench because he stops trying quite so hard when he's stressed, but he's still nowhere near 100% twang. Hollyhock is.]
You think this means somethin' about your boy, you gettin' a voice all sudden? Seems to me he does oughta learn to speak up more.
( He's grateful the other Omen pinpoints it immediately the way she does, gives it the right shape. It encourages him, and he's bobbing his head lightly. )
That issss exaaaactly it. I think it meanssss he issss changing.
( There are things he knows about Peter's spirit, given his connection to it, but there are still some confusions. ...Perhaps because how confused that spirit itself is. Peter's innermost self is an amalgamation of so many things: not only the whispers of other identities and the echoes of ghosts imprinted in deep, but also decisions that weren't truly decisions. How much of Peter's existence has truly been his own? What is him, and what is someone else's preplanned move on a chessboard? )
But in thissss placcce... changing may not be a dessssiiiiireable thing.
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Like his namesake, Susurrus is a soft hiss, a hum, a buzz: wind quietly blowing through trees. He seeks Fiddleford on a level neither Peter nor even Paimon can reach, a place belonging only to Omens. It's there that he finds her, mental voice a soft hiss. )
Greetingssss. You can hear me?
PIG SNAKE PIG SNAKE PIG SNAKE
Or rather, she's all the common sense he doesn't listen to and the steadiness he craves but can't maintain.]
Sure can. You need somethin', honey?
oh NO I love her
Susurrus is slightly taken aback by how to react to being called something so endearing as "honey". It feels like the meaning of the word itself: thick and comfortable. )
I can sssspeak now. Before, I could not. ( .....Shyly, the soft static of him nudging closerβ )
I thought I should make contact. With othersssss.
( ...He came to say hey but he has no idea where to go from there! Peter's Omen is awkward! )
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Oh sure. Ain't no fun bein' by your lonesome.
[She also... well. She talks the way his family talked. The way he'd talk if he didn't consciously push the accent down, because nobody wants to listen to you talk about advanced quantum physics if you do it sounding like you're from the hills. It's come out more in Trench because he stops trying quite so hard when he's stressed, but he's still nowhere near 100% twang. Hollyhock is.]
You think this means somethin' about your boy, you gettin' a voice all sudden? Seems to me he does oughta learn to speak up more.
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That issss exaaaactly it. I think it meanssss he issss changing.
( There are things he knows about Peter's spirit, given his connection to it, but there are still some confusions. ...Perhaps because how confused that spirit itself is. Peter's innermost self is an amalgamation of so many things: not only the whispers of other identities and the echoes of ghosts imprinted in deep, but also decisions that weren't truly decisions. How much of Peter's existence has truly been his own? What is him, and what is someone else's preplanned move on a chessboard? )
But in thissss placcce... changing may not be a dessssiiiiireable thing.