[It's trivial to let the magics come undone, returning the familiar weight of his tail to Morax's backside. The elemental is happy to give it, and in turn show his own anxiety and worry in the way the appendage moves.

Curling it over Melqal's waist, the lower half winds itself around one of the redhead's legs, secure but not tight. It's just enough to remind him that the man is here, is real, isn't going to just... disappear.]

... he's hardly the only one. [Morax chuckles weakly, leaning in to pull the other into a kiss. It's slightly less chaste as the last have been, a little more desperate.] I thought I...

[shaking his head, he keeps up those kisses, reacquainting himself with Melqal's presence. Instead of dwelling on the painful memories, he switches track. He can't help it, they were both always so desperate for one another.]

There is part of me that very much wants to rile you up, like we always did. To recall all of you... [would it be at Dohalim's expense though? He supposes that would depend on who was doing the work and who was enduring it.]