*Ikenna remains close, lips resting against Kailas’s neck, listening to the half-demon’s every breath, the way it slows, his body seeming to grow that much more relaxed and still. Kailas is drifting, clearly, content enough with Ikenna still resting atop him, inside him, to actually fall into slumber.
This fact alone seems to only add to that secure fog settling steadily upon Ikenna. It’s a warm exhaustion; he’s spent and heavy, body enveloped by a tingling, pleasant numb. He’s certainly in no rush to pull away from this quiet moment. Pulling away from it means too much, doesn’t it? It means losing this sense of peaceful stillness, it means having to process just how much this moment means to him, how much he may or may not have earned it, how much he really does wish to find the words to speak to Kailas. There’s so many to say, if... if only he can stop questioning himself long enough to find them.
Ikenna manages to force open his heavy eyelids, drawing his head back, cautiously, just a bit. He takes in that sleeping face, stares as Kailas emits a soft, sleepy sound; Ikenna stares as if in some sort of trance—maybe he is in a trance. Maybe that’s fine.
The demon tips back in, resting his face back into the safety of the crook of Kailas’s neck. For a bit more, he really wants to stay in that peaceful quiet. Later, he can question himself, for now—for now he’ll close his eyes, match Kailas’s breaths and remain in the peaceful calm.*