[It's not just one voice that rises to twine with the crack of lightning, but two, and in that moment the world shifts, slides together in a way that leaves Regis unable to tell where one sensation starts and another ends. After so many years of numbed feelings, it's like all his nerves have been blasted open again. Heat and tightness becomes one with the pressure of air so thick with magic that it creates its own breeze, lifting, falling, spinning around them creating the very storm whose eye they had rested in not long ago.
Regis both feels and doesn't feel it as his nails sink into Nyx's hips before he drags them up along the Glaive's sides and then across his shoulder blades, fingers finally stopping as they fold over his shoulders and draw him down close enough for their lips to meet again, coming together just as their body's have.
A sharp nip to Nyx's lower lip, a low rumbled groan breathed into his mouth, and then Regis rocks up into the body above him encouraging the Glaive to move.]
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Regis both feels and doesn't feel it as his nails sink into Nyx's hips before he drags them up along the Glaive's sides and then across his shoulder blades, fingers finally stopping as they fold over his shoulders and draw him down close enough for their lips to meet again, coming together just as their body's have.
A sharp nip to Nyx's lower lip, a low rumbled groan breathed into his mouth, and then Regis rocks up into the body above him encouraging the Glaive to move.]