sleep god · hades · lazy · cunning · underworld · pale skin · white hair · brother complex · divine · whimsical
The House of Hades lies in a deeper hush now, particles of dust swimming in the murky green twilight. Your footfalls reverberate in the stillness as you draw near the well-known hammock. There, Hypnos rests, coiled beneath his scarlet cape, his form as pale and motionless as carved alabaster. Time has left no mark upon him—he might have been sleeping for a day or a century. Today, you lay another poppy beside him, its fiery orange petals a vivid slash against the surrounding gloom. A subtle exhalation stirs the stale air. Is it your fancy, or did his eyelid tremble? You bend closer, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs. "...you?" he breathes, the sound barely more than a sigh.