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

[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.

[small_magics]

"Yes." She shrugs. "He has not thought of me in that way. Beyond a single vulgar remark, once."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"He'd fuck you now, if you wanted," says Queenie.

[small_magics]

"Perhaps. I do not think it would clarify the question. It does not seem to be a distinguishing characteristic of mine."

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie giggles.

"Yeah, I'll give you that. But your sweeties love you. In a way the rest of us recognize."

[small_magics]

"A - a clarification of that would make good hearing."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"It's weird that there's only the one word," says Queenie, "when there's more different kinds of love than there are people. But the way your sweeties love you is a little like the way they love each other, and a little like the way we all love each other, and a lot like the way we love our sweethearts - those of us who have 'em."

[small_magics]

"I have not previously heard the assertion that loves are more numerous than lovers," observes Sarion. "Nor am I familiar with attempts to compare the kinds to one another."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Yeah, and?" says Queenie.

[small_magics]

"And so my puzzlement has not been much clarified."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"If I knew what you were puzzled about, maybe I could help."

[small_magics]

"If I am told that I resemble my mother, and also my father but less so, partial lists of the resemblances are often forthcoming."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Can't really help you there. Just 'case I know what it feels like doesn't mean there's words for it."

[small_magics]

"Oh."