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Aurora goes home before Brilliance does. She wants an aura; she's admired all the others enough to feel out of place by not having one. (Even Sarion does now.)

She asks Jane to let her know when Brilliance comes home to Rainbow.

And when she gets this notification, she says, +Hey Brilliance.+

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From:

incanted

Bella swallows nervously.

But she musters up a token amount of wanting and she whispers:

"Devotion."

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cardistry

The details of the spell interface unfold in her mind. It's very complicated, but it's not that hard to read, especially since large parts of the network correspond directly to his physical nervous system.

And all together, the whole thing is completely under her control. She can give him any pain-related sensation she can figure out how to implement - controllable by feel rather than by number, on a smooth scale rather than discrete increments, and mappable to any and all locations or nonlocations she might desire. (Apparently he has an entire set of pain receptors that aren't connected to his body at all.)

Brilliance is still smiling. But then, she hasn't hurt him yet.

From:

incanted

"Well, this is complicated and I don't know what to do with it," Bella murmurs. "...It's like a nerve map. Except plenty of it isn't located in your actual body."

From:

cardistry

"Yeah," he says. "This body's only part of me, remember? I've got other places that can hurt."

From:

incanted

"Yeah." She swallows. She runs her fingers through his hair. "...I'm not clear on how this maps onto triangles. I think I'll start really small and we'll see what kinds of coins you can make off of it? Okay? ...And, uh, I don't think it comes in plain, any flavor requests?"

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cardistry

He shrugs. "Okay, that sounds good."

From:

incanted

"No requests, huh. Uuuum." She decides on what she most commonly does when she feels like making a little coin on the spot. Biting. She doesn't know if that makes any sense applied to a non-location, but she's going to try it again, very, very gently, over in the nonlocations.

From:

cardistry

"That's not even a triangle," Brilliance reports.

From:

incanted

Okay, a little less gently?

From:

cardistry

A triangle is not far off. When he gets one, he shows it to her and then tucks it away.

From:

incanted

Bella kisses his forehead. "Okay, so that's one. How far up d'you want to go?"

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cardistry

"Star-ish is a good ceiling for now," he says. "Lots of room to get it wrong and still be okay."

From:

incanted

"Okay."

She drags her will across his "nerves" like a child with an unfamiliar piano, holding herself down to the mid-pentagon range to start, and she keeps an eye on his face.

From:

cardistry

He wriggles and shivers and smiles.

"I like the way you do it," he says. "It's... sweet. You're sweet."

He kisses her.

From:

incanted

Kisses. "How's it sweet?" she asks. "Sheer benign ineptitude?"

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cardistry

Brilliance laughs. "I don't know, maybe. Get better at it and we'll see."

From:

incanted

She starts moving around in idle, drifty patterns, as though trailing her fingers through a pool of water to watch the ripples. She cycles through flavors as they occur to her. A dozen kinds of sharp.

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cardistry

The transition from flavour to flavour is smoother, with this spell; unless she deliberately makes it as sudden as possible, it takes about a second to shift from one to the next. And the flavours themselves require more input from her; she has to imagine them, not just name them.

Brilliance seems to like the moving-around. He grins and wriggles and hugs her.

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incanted

"This takes way more concentration than the agony beam," murmurs Bella, hugging back.

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cardistry

"I'll bet," he laughs. "Mmmm."

From:

incanted

"I have to actually have some idea what I'm doing. I have zero personal experience with most of the flavors on the agony beam." She settles on a single flavor (papercuts, writ large) and goes up and down his spine and then into the disembodied section again.