[As soon as she gives her permission he releases her hands, breaking contact only long enough to shift his position, standing at her side and wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her in against his body. It might seem abrupt and forward - and in any other circumstance, he would never have dared - if not for his expression, determined and focused, singularly fixated on their purpose here. He can't wait. It feels as if the longer he hesitates, the less likely it is that this will work.
While they're connected this way he reaches out his free hand and calls his sword into existence once more, drawing back and flinging it up, up- to strike the side of a small tower on the second floor of one of the plaza buildings, on the side facing the sunrise. As it sinks into the stone, he focuses, and he warps.
And he pulls her with him.
Immediately there is a sense of adrenaline, a vibration that passes through them from head to toe. Her body becomes energy, his energy, a singular being with no breath or beating hearts but instead a joined pulse of intense, breathtaking power, torn through time and space at an unbelievable speed. They are a lightning bolt in the wind, striking through the air, weaving around every obstacle, passing between every minuscule particle, crackling electricity in their ears- except they have no ears, the sound is just there, around them, inside them, it is them-
-and then his fingers connect with the hilt of his sword and they exist as themselves again, whole and separate, flesh and blood and physical as they were before.
...The shift might also come with a sudden wave of nausea, but if she can endure it, Pyra will find herself suddenly dangling off the side of the tower, a few feet above the surface of the roof, with Noctis still holding her up as the sparkling light of the sun begins to peek over the distant buildings near the edge of town. It's quite the view.
From above her, Noctis exhales. It is a soft, disbelieving noise as he stares wordlessly at the horizon, his arm trembling as it holds her.]
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While they're connected this way he reaches out his free hand and calls his sword into existence once more, drawing back and flinging it up, up- to strike the side of a small tower on the second floor of one of the plaza buildings, on the side facing the sunrise. As it sinks into the stone, he focuses, and he warps.
And he pulls her with him.
Immediately there is a sense of adrenaline, a vibration that passes through them from head to toe. Her body becomes energy, his energy, a singular being with no breath or beating hearts but instead a joined pulse of intense, breathtaking power, torn through time and space at an unbelievable speed. They are a lightning bolt in the wind, striking through the air, weaving around every obstacle, passing between every minuscule particle, crackling electricity in their ears- except they have no ears, the sound is just there, around them, inside them, it is them-
-and then his fingers connect with the hilt of his sword and they exist as themselves again, whole and separate, flesh and blood and physical as they were before.
...The shift might also come with a sudden wave of nausea, but if she can endure it, Pyra will find herself suddenly dangling off the side of the tower, a few feet above the surface of the roof, with Noctis still holding her up as the sparkling light of the sun begins to peek over the distant buildings near the edge of town. It's quite the view.
From above her, Noctis exhales. It is a soft, disbelieving noise as he stares wordlessly at the horizon, his arm trembling as it holds her.]