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[ukan]

"No." Yes he did.

His own aura is a deep gold, shot through with indigo and arterial red. It doesn't change when he sees Alec, it just becomes a dozen shades more vibrant when he hears Alec's voice.

[kissthatgoodbye]

He remembers this, he realizes as he watches it happen. He remembers feeling that intense burst of emotion when he borrowed being a wolf from Lark, although it's easy to forget that it's tied to him.

It makes him smile, makes the shimmering quality to everything else last longer, but it also bleeds more of the red into blue.

"I can see when you lie now, you know. Although I never needed all of this to do that."

[ukan]

"You married me for my honesty," he retorts, crossing the room to him but taking his time.

It's not rare at all for Lark to just stop sometimes and watch Alec do whatever it is he's doing at the time, always with the same soft smile. It's that same expression on his face now, but with a spark of wonder as he watches the shimmering and the way the colors touch one another.

[kissthatgoodbye]

"I married you for your money, keep it straight," he retorts, setting down the orange he was peeling, and feeling uncharacteristically self conscious when he realizes Lark isn't quite looking at him. That's fair. Alec isn't either.

It translates to a swift chartreuse shade that fades the moment Alec becomes aware of it, clearing his throat.

"I waited until I stopped panicking to call you."

[ukan]

"I locked everyone out of the kitchen until I figured out how to control some of it." Will they ever change? Not likely.

[kissthatgoodbye]

He reaches out, catches himself bracing when their two auras overlap, but he doesn't feel anything out of the ordinary and so glances up quickly to Lark's face.

"I can't control any of it," he admits. "Well. I can concentrate on one emotion over another, but that doesn't last past having to focus on something in front of me."

[ukan]

"I can't change the blue and gold. But the rest," he nods slightly; he can focus on one or two at a time. "But I wouldn't bet on being able to do it while distracted."

[kissthatgoodbye]

There is only one place Alec's mind goes to first when he thinks of distracting Lark in particular. He points at the deep umber shade bleeding in around the edges.

"That's the sex one," he doesn't mind admitting.

[ukan]

They haven't had sex in a year, but that doesn't mean his libido has been impacted at all. It's a part of being what he is.

Instead of umber, though, it's a deep forest green for him, flickering at the edges of his aura as he looks Alec slowly down and slowly up again. "Well, I like it."

[kissthatgoodbye]

There's the - not embarrassment, not exactly. He's never been ashamed of the way he's attracted to Lark, the way he enjoys sex, not by a long shot. But there's some discomfort involved again, though he offers his hand anyway.

"We should practice more." Then, realizing how that sounds, he adds quickly, "Control, I mean."

[ukan]

He laughs, something light blue shimmers its way through his aura and is gone. "All right. How?"

[kissthatgoodbye]

There it is again; that stupid fucking shimmer. Alec just doesn't look at it while he relaxes, lets the sickly greenyellow smooth back out to red.

"Well, try to lie, of course," he teases. "Truth or dare, if you will."

[ukan]

"Or," his gaze intent, worried. "What were you thinking just now?"

[kissthatgoodbye]

"You realize I'm thinking about anywhere from four to five things at any given time, right?" That's part of why he's turned into a fucking kaleidoscope.

"Are we starting?"

[ukan]

"Yes, we're starting." He drags his eyes from the aura to the man. "When I laughed it changed color."

[kissthatgoodbye]

"I didn't expect you to laugh," he says after a moment. He's incredibly self aware compared to most, but words for it are still sometimes harder than they should be.

And Alec is still typically dual natured: "I liked it."

[ukan]

That ripple of light blue again, accompanied by a familiar grin. "Which is funny because you make me laugh a lot."

[kissthatgoodbye]

"Well, I'm very amusing, so that makes sense doesn't it?" He scoops his orange back up.

"And you like me, so you're easy." This is not an insult.

[ukan]

"You're the only person who ever uses easy to describe me." Nothing about Lark is: he's complicated, he's manipulative, he has rules no one else follows.

He reaches out to take some of the orange. There's a hint of it in his aura: a playful tinge of tangerine to the gold.

[kissthatgoodbye]

"Yeah well, I'm me and you're you."

Alec understands him far more easily than most people he's met.

He pulls the orange out of his reach, reconsiders, and tosses it to him, his aura blending like an oil slick.

"Finish peeling it and you can have half. This is your chance to ask anything you've ever really wanted the truth on."

[ukan]

"I think I know the truth about everything important." He peels it slowly, and offers Alec his half. "It's all the minute to minute truths I don't know."

[kissthatgoodbye]

"So, what, your ideal use of time is us sticking together for the next few days so you can stare at my emotions hitting the air?" He's teasing, but also watchful as he accepts the fruit and starts breaking off segments.

"You can finally know my favorite color, and how I feel about cioppino."

[ukan]

"Is it red?" A grin. "Can you show me with your aura?"

[kissthatgoodbye]

He closes his eyes for a moment, although this is mainly for effect. He pulls up a few select memories he never lets himself think about around others.

Biggs swinging over the bridge. Renfro's voice saying his designation. Steve Rogers telling him this is all for his own good. Fives throwing a tantrum.

His aura roils red, the lightest shade a brilliant ruby, all the way to deep blood black.

[ukan]

"Has that color always reminded you of anger?" because he can smell that much, he knows Alec well enough to read it in him.