[There's always a sort of music to the coaxing, in moments like this. He's not sure if that's just the influence of his father, teaching him to hear music in everything like he does, or if maybe he's just crazy or imagining it or something. But he can follow the music. Everything about Kakyoin right now is a symphony, the percussion of his kisses and the rich brass of his words and the strings of his breath washing over his skin.
Nothing in his world but Kakyoin. Letting everything narrow down into something small, something manageable. Nothing around but this — and that's why, he realizes at length, that's why Hierophant is webbed around them like a kaleidoscope, to guard and surround that small, precious moment he's about to let himself live in, so that he knows he doesn't have to worry about anything outside of it.
Could he put himself the fuck to sleep right now, if he wanted? Maybe. Only because the environment is right for it; that's not something he could've done on his own.]
I like that I can feel you.
[His eyes are still open, but more unfocused now, more dusky.]
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Nothing in his world but Kakyoin. Letting everything narrow down into something small, something manageable. Nothing around but this — and that's why, he realizes at length, that's why Hierophant is webbed around them like a kaleidoscope, to guard and surround that small, precious moment he's about to let himself live in, so that he knows he doesn't have to worry about anything outside of it.
Could he put himself the fuck to sleep right now, if he wanted? Maybe. Only because the environment is right for it; that's not something he could've done on his own.]
I like that I can feel you.
[His eyes are still open, but more unfocused now, more dusky.]
Don't even have to see.