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Since reading magic theory books and thinking about spell design are both things that can be done while cuddling, Siva's been doing less of the "divide her time between Tanaikon and the library" thing over the past few days since a certain emotionally complicated conversation. Cuddling is good. Falling asleep in her lover's arms is also good. Siva did that tonight.
It's not where she wakes up.
Siva snuggles up to Seofar and listens to him read to her. She can't quite appreciate his reaction to the gory bits like normal right now, but the whole thing is still very very nice.
Okay. So.
Who is he, really? And what does being that person look like?
Seofar's soul is red and gold, bright, vivid, violent. Serik doesn't think he's going to be the same way. Serik thinks he is probably going to be... softer. He's been around a lot longer; he has accumulated some patience and foresight, maybe even a little wisdom.
He was the person Seofar is, though - he was the person Seofar was a month ago, once - and he doesn't want to forget that. He got where he is by being where he used to be and then going somewhere.
—he's hardly even paying attention when it happens: suddenly his soul is there, a soft grey smudge hovering in the back of his mind. He coaxes it out. It'd be - a fluid spiral, more self-contained than Seofar's blood-red slashing curve, but with that same feel of captured motion. Dynamic, liquid, living. And pale, translucent - threads of fine black smoke flowing in graceful ribbons through a field of barely-there misty white. It's subtler than he expected, but it feels right that way. At the heart of him, he's not an aggressive flamboyant attention-grabbing sort of person; he enjoys playing that role, but if he really cared about having an audience for its own sake he'd kidnap people more often.
How do you even tell when you've got it right, or does it just...
...drop into your hand?
He blinks at his newly manifested soul.
"Well, that was easy," he says, and he conjures it a necklace and goes to see how Siva and Seofar are doing.
"I'm so torn. On the one hand my sex drive still hasn't recovered from last night; on the other, I'm really curious if you've got something like the fire."
Well then she is just going to have to smooch him on the cheek and then cuddle him some more.
Serik goes over to join them on the bed, snuggling up on Siva's unoccupied side and kissing her forehead.
"Maybe a little bit. But no, seriously, if either of you has an idea, I'm all ears."
"I like your soulname," Siva reassures Seofar. To Serik: "--Something to do with swans would probably be in bad taste."
"Well, all by itself, sure, but there's lots of stuff out there that's beautiful and also incredibly dangerous, like lightning, or a really nice sword."
"What are soulnames usually like? I've only encountered a handful, and apparently yours is an atypical example."
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