[ His magic back home, what was left of it anyways, was nothing in comparison to how this felt. It was whole, clean, if anything, unmuddled by his tattoos, which aided him, but never made such crisp and clear magic like this. He breathes in and out once, an excited sort of sigh trying to get his racing heart under control as Max gathers him together and kisses his cheek once more.
Sending up his own small ball of flame is enough to make Tris grin, biting his own lip slowly as he watches the lights dance carefully about one another, floating before their faces. ]
Yeah, well... mine missed yours too... I missed all of this. How it felt...
[ It's true, and just to prove it, he settles a hand over Max's chest, palm still Heaven-warm and reaching forward like he used to when they were kids. Reaching, stretching, little golden strings that mingle softly with Max's own magic and wind themselves tight and taut with him. His free arm joins him, goes around Max's broad torso and his face finds the crook of his neck to rest, to feel his pulse against the skin of his cheek as he focuses on reaching outwards almost proudly with his own magic. ]
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Sending up his own small ball of flame is enough to make Tris grin, biting his own lip slowly as he watches the lights dance carefully about one another, floating before their faces. ]
Yeah, well... mine missed yours too... I missed all of this. How it felt...
[ It's true, and just to prove it, he settles a hand over Max's chest, palm still Heaven-warm and reaching forward like he used to when they were kids. Reaching, stretching, little golden strings that mingle softly with Max's own magic and wind themselves tight and taut with him. His free arm joins him, goes around Max's broad torso and his face finds the crook of his neck to rest, to feel his pulse against the skin of his cheek as he focuses on reaching outwards almost proudly with his own magic. ]