text; un: padlocks

[enblightened]

those capable of magic i need you

i need to better bind myself

enchant or curse or whatever you do hold me back just hold it back all of me

i need more bonds more locks more

oh i am not enough


[cw: mention of cannibalism in comments]

Comments

[possessum]

Shed? Like a snake skin?

( He'd heard of that, seen it happen to Luna, too. And there's the thought that he should call for her now, if Bigby's asking for binding magic... but... first, Peter wants to try talking to him. He's clearly extremely upset. )

What's light? Why do you think it won't forgive you?

[enblightened]

yes
i became what i have aimed to avoid, and so much worse

i ate and i ate
the flesh of my prey
how could i be forgiven

[possessum]

( The flesh of his prey...... A deep horror slips into Peter. He doesn't need to ask for clarification on what exactly that means. What kind of flesh that was.

He feels numb and sick all at the same time, sitting shakily down on his bed. He can barely type; it takes him a long time to form three simple words. )

did they die?

( Does he need to— help them somehow...? Did they die? Come back? And the thought abruptly staggers Peter. Who did he eat? )

[enblightened]

no
fortunately

we are lucky in that regard

[possessum]

( Okay, fuck, what does this mean exactly... They survived, so.... not dead but possibly still in a very bad way. )

do they need help?

( And then— )

do you need help? i mean apart from asking for binding and stuff
did you get hurt?