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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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He wriggles and shivers and smiles.
"I like the way you do it," he says. "It's... sweet. You're sweet."
He kisses her.
"I like the way you do it," he says. "It's... sweet. You're sweet."
He kisses her.
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Kisses. "How's it sweet?" she asks. "Sheer benign ineptitude?"
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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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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.
Brilliance seems to like the moving-around. He grins and wriggles and hugs her.
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"This takes way more concentration than the agony beam," murmurs Bella, hugging back.
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"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.
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This time he also makes noises.
"That's nice," he says. "That is really fucking nice."
"That's nice," he says. "That is really fucking nice."
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"What about it in particular," she murmurs, not quite forming the sentence into a question. She draws her fingers through his hair again.
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"Mmm... I dunno, it's - not exactly better, but it's sexier when it's on my body," he says. "And I like the way you move it, almost like you're using your hands, you know? It fels, I dunno, intimate." He smiles.
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So not the flavor, not the particular location. "I think that was the general idea, was that it'd be intimate," she murmurs, smiling, and she slides from papercuts to burns, because she's bumped into hot stoves before, and she fingerpaints imaginary burning all over everywhere.
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Location is definitely a factor. He likes some places better than others, or at least differently, and down his spine/over his back is one of the ones guaranteed to make him pleasantly squirmy.
There are more. Bella can probably figure some of them out all by herself.
There are more. Bella can probably figure some of them out all by herself.
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Well, she could guess, but it's more fun to experiment. She does have so many places to reach out and touch.
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Well, when she finds the good ones, Brilliance will let her know. Emphatically.
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That is good of him. Feedback is important! To help her improve!
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If she plays her cards right, she might improve her way right into having to clean up this beanbag.
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Well, that would definitely constitute feedback.
Most of her attention is on controlling the spell - she's not fully settled in to it yet and doesn't want it to fly out of control along any axis - but she's touching him, too, occasionally following the pain with her hands or vice versa.
Most of her attention is on controlling the spell - she's not fully settled in to it yet and doesn't want it to fly out of control along any axis - but she's touching him, too, occasionally following the pain with her hands or vice versa.
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The spell is very responsive. It gets easier to use with time and practice.
Brilliance is likewise very responsive, albeit in a rather different way.
He does, in fact, give... feedback. Several times.
Brilliance is likewise very responsive, albeit in a rather different way.
He does, in fact, give... feedback. Several times.
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"You are just," murmurs Bella, laying her palm against his throat and filling it with thorns, "endlessly fascinating."
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Bella kisses him, in reality and with fictitious frostbiting cold.
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