festive rainbow mirror summoning!

[incanted]

There are now one dozen Bells.

They and most of their friends are all here on Planet Rainbowsand II, to celebrate the addition of Sarion, the elf one, and Aurora, the one with a sister.

Comments

[gunpowdergelatine]

Cuddly cuddly hug!

Queenie could do this all day, really.

[small_magics]

Sarion's not going to start objecting any time soon.

"I have read your nametag, and know that you are an alt of my beloved, but I have learned little else about you."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I'm the snuggly one," she says cheerfully. "Which is why the aura, not because of the aura. The aura does things other than cuddly. Did anybody tell you about Voice?"

[small_magics]

"I have - heard the name. In connection with Shell Bell. I do not know the story."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Sometimes Jokers have brothers," says Queenie. "They tend to turn out pretty fucked up. Voice is mine. He was a serial killer when he was alive, and when he died he took to keeping people in a box in his basement, one at a time. He got Shell Bell, and then a while later he got me."

[small_magics]

Sarion thinks about this.

Then: "This is why I am referred to as being broken 'like Shell Bell was'," she concludes.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Probably," she agrees. "I'm not broken like Shell Bell was, but it fucked me up pretty bad. It's better if I touch people a lot, so - cuddly."

[small_magics]

"I am happy to help."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I'm glad!"

Hug hug.

[small_magics]

"I was not kept in a box. It seems unlikely that my form of breakage is the same as Shell Bell's."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I dunno exactly how she broke," says Queenie with a snuggly little shrug.

[small_magics]

"Perhaps we are simply the only two Bells who have broken at all, and there is more than one way to do it."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Sounds about right."

[small_magics]

Sarion considers for a long moment, then says, "I do not think I am irreparable."

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie snuggles her. "That's good."

[small_magics]

"It is. Someday I will be able to think, by myself."

There is a double meaning to by myself.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Aww, sweetheart," says Queenie, snuggling her some more.

[small_magics]

It is a good snuggle. Sarion is glad to be in it.

"I do not know how much my beloved has said about how I came to be broken."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I was there when they fixed you; I caught a bunch."

[small_magics]

Sarion nods.

She glances around the room.

"It seems that each Bell who found herself in company with a Joker is romantically involved with him. Except for me."

She doesn't know what she thinks of this - well, she doesn't think anything of it, yet, thinking is still hard - but it is on her mind.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"You love your sweeties," Queenie points out. She has spoken to the sweeties in question. She knows.

[small_magics]

"Yes. Of course, always."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"So what's the difference? Sex?"

[small_magics]

Sarion blinks. "I - do not know about other races, but elves can - recognize a connection, soul to soul. I do not know if I have it with my beloved - it is - muddied."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"You've got time to figure it out," says Queenie, patting her on the back.