[ his heart still feels like it's in his ears - but it's somehow more bearable now, and he hums softly, something incoherent but if hurricane's ever heard persephone sing it's a melody like that, with forgotten parts that he makes up himself to compensate -

and it feels mesmerizing, entrancing, it's a sound that could lull someone to sleep if it didn't have some vestiges of nervous excitement in the fringes of it - even if the intimacy is no longer at the forefront of his mind it's still a reason why his heart's in his head, right underneath the curve of his skull and closer to the base of his neck, than in his chest - but even so, this

this is nice. it's just nice - that's all it has to be, all it needs to be, and isn't that fine? ]