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Taliar in Evil Arda
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Well, his ability to control his body still mostly doesn't exist...

..on the other hand, when he feels Maitimo touch him he is overcome by a surge of love and warm contentment, and that sets off a surge of wondering joy, because look, it's a purely positive emotion cascade, that's never happened before, it's amazing - he's pretty sure he has never felt this good in his life - he loves Maitimo so much...

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Ooooh. He should probably let him have that for at least as long as he tortured him. He listens delightedly.

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Taliar keeps getting happier and more in love, and being excited and happy about that, and loving Maitimo for giving him this incredible experience, and he's amazed at the intensity and delighted by the complexity, the way everything builds on itself and nothing ever gets smaller, it's so much easier to notice things about the experience while he's having it when he isn't terrified, and it's fascinating, he bets Maitimo is fascinated, he loves how Maitimo is so fascinated by him, and everything about this is wonderful, and, and...

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Awwwwww. 

 

And if he adds a stranger into the mix?

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His emotions start to spiral in several vastly different directions at once.

One is fear and pain, and fear of pain, and fear of fear, and the determination not to be overcome by fear, as you might expect -

- one is love and that particular kind of happiness that comes from knowing his resilience is being respected -

- and one is a sort of oh, you feeling, a wry fondness, yes of course Maitimo would do that, Maitimo is so himself, it's delightful, he's delightful, and Taliar is charmed and delighted and laughing at himself for being charmed and delighted by his husband torturing him -

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Maitimo uses the new sense to squeeze his hand, delightedly.

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Aww Maitimo is so cute, Taliar is immensely endeared, and still experiencing the complex cascade of fear-love-pride-joy-affection-amusement-delight. Nothing ever stops, like this, it's terrifying, it's wonderful, he loves it.

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So does he. He leaves him that way. Occasionally he tampers with the number of imaginary strangers, or presses a kiss to Taliar's lips.

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It starts to get a lot harder to pick out individual threads from the tangle of cascading emotions. Reactions to reactions keep proliferating, splitting off, merging together, getting bigger and bigger and never slowing down. Every kiss or touch prompts another flood of love, which adds another cascade to the mix, and only some of them fold back into the rest. He can't really comprehend the contents of his own head anymore, which is of course terrifying, another spiral of fear next to the one that comes from soul-contact-by-strangers. If the magic of soul contact wasn't running this show, there would need to be at least twelve Taliars to keep up with the number of emotional chain reactions he's having, never mind their intensity.

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Which is of course delightful. Eventually he lets go of Taliar's soul.

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He is blank for a while, incapable of forming any thoughts, let alone coherent ones.

The first thing he does when he regains awareness of his body is smile.

You're amazing, have I mentioned that recently?

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You are a miracle, he responds contentedly. Kiss.

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Imaginary kisses are so nice. (They'd be nicer if Maitimo could exert any force with his imaginary touch, but they're still very very nice.)

Yes I am. Love you forever.

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Maitimo would like that improvement too. But this works. He goes back to tracing the scars on Taliar's back.

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That is a good thing for him to be doing. Taliar closes his eyes and cheats with his continent-sense to get a look at his own back.

Oh, they're so pretty! Have they been like that this whole time? he says, admiring the faint shimmer of blue light. The letters themselves are of course flawless, captivatingly beautiful, but he expected that, he knows Maitimo wouldn't have done any less.

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Yes. They're stunning.

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I love you. Evidently so does my soul.

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I can tell. I like being able to tell. Hug.

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He snuggles into the imaginary contact. Which, again, would be so much better if -

- there we go. Now it's like actually snuggling an invisible, insubstantial-to-things-other-than-Taliar Maitimo. Much better.

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Your soul just grabbed it on demand?

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I guess it wasn't a very difficult change to make.

With how much of a straightforward improvement it was, it was definitely going to happen eventually - it's possible his soul was even going to do it all along, but had to wait for the sense to exist before extending it.

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Excellent. He tries shoving Taliar around with the new extended ability.

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This works. Imaginary Maitimo can only interact with Taliar and not any other objects, but he also doesn't need anything as mundane as leverage, he can move however he is imagined to move. Taliar is delighted.

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What an amazing ability. He is similarly delighted. He devotes several hours to playing around with this fascinating new ability.

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That is great he is great everything is great Taliar is so happy.

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