*It’s foolish of him, he does realize this much. Childish, even. Still, that doesn’t stop him from keeping himself hidden away, his eyes tightly closed, his warm face resting against Kailas. The half-demon’s gentle laugh, soft and breathy, draws out a faint, sheepish smile, and he tightens his hold on Kailas’s hand, giving a firm squeeze.
Still, he can’t quite find his voice, isn’t certain how to voice the emotions that he’s finally just beginning to allow himself to fully acknowledge, let alone put to words. How can he even begin to express how grateful he is in this moment, to have Kailas holding him close, accepting and gentle and so—so very fucking warm.
No, Ikenna can’t seem to find the words, but he nuzzles in, presses a lingering, gentle kiss at the neck he still hides against. He’s so content to stay here, safe, resting in this peaceful calm.*