Hypnos had a family, but he couldn’t say that it had ever felt like what a true family should be. With that and the pleasant dream he had now woken from he grinned. “Of course! You think I sit around and sleep all day for nothing? You know how to reach me.”Īres' vision faded to black, and as he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the feeling of bloodlust in the air and the smell of blood. Hypnos sat up until he was straddling Ares and smiled, placing a hand on War’s cheek. “Ah, I’m sorry my Lord, but it seems the waking world requires my presence. Hypnos nodded and closed his eyes, seeing the memory replay in his mind.Īres continued to mess with the god’s hair until he let out a sigh. “I once lost a wing,” Sleep said, reaching his hand over his shoulder where the base of his wing was. Though I can always feel them.” Ares pulled Hypnos closer under his chin, waiting for him to continue. ![]() They get in the way and serve painful reminders of my past. The question had caught Hypnos off guard and he stiffened up a bit. They were currently lounging together on a bed of pillows, Ares running fingers through the god’s cloudy hair. Chthonic gods were incredible, and this one often did not seem to realise his own power. Ares couldn't so much as move or breathe in Hypnos’ realm if they so desired. Soft skin without the edge of muscle, tall and slender, graceful in his movements, and powerful. He was sure Sleep had his other consorts in this dreamland, but he did not mind, and instead basked in the attention of the bubbly chthonic god. It had been a long time since then, and a bond had grown between the two. He had found it impressive that it was so easy for Sleep to communicate with anyone he so desired through his realm. One night after a particularly unpleasant dream, he had tried to call out for the little god to speak with him, and it worked. Most gods did not require sleep, but it was always energising and good for the soul. Being a war god, battles and blood were his life, and he enjoyed the pleasure of sleeping after long battles. “Do you always hide your wings, Lord Sleep?” Ever since Ares had seen Hypnos put the King of the gods to sleep, he had been intrigued with the little god. Part 1 of Hypnos' Sickness Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 44,439 Chapters: 18/20 Comments: 150 Kudos: 192 Bookmarks: 42 Hits: 3,798 ![]()
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