I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. I rested my chin against it and met with a sleeping Ares.
I don't think I have ever gotten a chance to see him like this. This sight completely transforms everything. The cold, impenetrable Devil slept like a normal person.
I rest on my elbow, stretching my hand to brush aside the strands of his hair falling on his forehead, but he doesn't stir.
He's deep in sleep.
I don't think Ares sleeps that much; he either stays awake to answer calls for work or he just straight-up ignores sleep.
It was nice that he was finally having leisure, maybe that's why he comes here yearly for vacation.
I could obviously understand his need to rest from work, but I don't fully have a picture of his private business; I had an idea it might be cumbersome or worse.
