[ falco nods immediately, but— oh, god, look! it's too endearing. he's caught watching the both of them with warm eyes and glad he made a good decision. finding a chair to skid up close so he could sit for a moment, he starts: ]
I don't know my Beastform yet, but— I know what my corruption is like. I have an idea of what it could lead to.
[ and so he tells her, how his own possession is uniquely tied to how his corruption manifests. the silence itself was more like corruption given sentience— it would always start with a cold at its mildest stage. his pacifistic nature would become combative, and aggressive toward provocation. it was easier to think negatively, to be angry, to be beyond saddened, to hang onto grudges that would otherwise be forgiven. he would begin to see things, he would have more episodes. slime, purple eyes, deafness—
he would end his observations with what a full possession would look like: a lot of slime and hunger for negativity, with falco's consciousness aware of what's happening but too small to keep it canned. it does not kill if it isn't forced to; the silence feeds off of the worst emotions and brings them to light as a neverending fuel. he could only guess that his beastform would be the silence at its absolute prime and freedom. how to combat it? he doesn't know for certain, but holy objects work against him as is. he's certain it would work again. strong, protective wards. hope. positivity. happiness.
once he's done, he'd gladly leave luna to have some fun with confetti, before climbing the stairs to visit peter. he was here for him, too. a little search for advice between haunted boys. ]
certainly!
I don't know my Beastform yet, but— I know what my corruption is like. I have an idea of what it could lead to.
[ and so he tells her, how his own possession is uniquely tied to how his corruption manifests. the silence itself was more like corruption given sentience— it would always start with a cold at its mildest stage. his pacifistic nature would become combative, and aggressive toward provocation. it was easier to think negatively, to be angry, to be beyond saddened, to hang onto grudges that would otherwise be forgiven. he would begin to see things, he would have more episodes. slime, purple eyes, deafness—
he would end his observations with what a full possession would look like: a lot of slime and hunger for negativity, with falco's consciousness aware of what's happening but too small to keep it canned. it does not kill if it isn't forced to; the silence feeds off of the worst emotions and brings them to light as a neverending fuel. he could only guess that his beastform would be the silence at its absolute prime and freedom. how to combat it? he doesn't know for certain, but holy objects work against him as is. he's certain it would work again. strong, protective wards. hope. positivity. happiness.
once he's done, he'd gladly leave luna to have some fun with confetti, before climbing the stairs to visit peter. he was here for him, too. a little search for advice between haunted boys. ]