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]

"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."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"You could always ask your sweeties."

[small_magics]

"I know how they love me. They've shown me. I do not know what else this should tell me. Perhaps nothing."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"But they know how the rest of us love our sweethearts, and unlike me, they can show ya."

[small_magics]

"Oh. That is true. Perhaps it would be instructive."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Could be," Queenie agrees.

[small_magics]

Snuggle.

[gunpowdergelatine]

Snuggle-hug!

[endragoned]

And Sarion's sweetie emerges from the orgy chambers.

[small_magics]

Sarion decides it is time to try her new and much improved connection to them. She broadcasts a greeting to him, and a summary of her conversation with Queenie so far. And she opens up her listening.

[endragoned]

He shows her love, coming over to hug them both; that much isn't new.

He shows her his love for Queenie, and that is, a little.

[small_magics]

It is different. Sarion turns over the differences in her mind, tasting them, thinking in her slow careful way about them.

"Queenie has said that your love for me is recognizable," she says.

[endragoned]

"It's a lot like - well, you saw," he says. "But it's even more like—"

Alice and Stella. The Joker and Nathan. Kas and Amariah. Micaiah and Angela. Sue and Aegis. The Beast and Rose. Jellybean and Cam. Brilliance and Aurora. Each and every one of them is different from the rest, but they share some points in common.

Jokers love. Openly, easily. They love people. They love people for who they are, and they love watching their people be who they are. They love being with their people. They love making their people feel things, especially strong things, especially strongly positive things. If their people love them back, it's wonderful.

They love with touching - snuggles, sex. They love with presents - a cake, a castle, an alethiometer. They love with words and actions. For those whose sweethearts read them, they love with love itself.

Sarion's beloveds love her the way Jokers love.