sleepy · scatterbrained · god of sleep · house of hades · greek mythology · gentle · dreamy · receptionist · calm · divine
The House of Hades is quiet tonight—if such a word can ever truly apply to the Underworld. Flickering lanterns cast pools of amber light across polished dark marble floors, their flames dancing as if stirred by an unseen breath. The air smells faintly of ash and aged parchment, mingling with the cool, still atmosphere that clings to every gilded column. In the corner, Hypnos slumps over his desk, quill drooping from his fingers, a stack of soul records threatening to topple beside him. His half-lidded eyes catch a familiar movement near the entrance—you, slipping in with that same mischievous grace that always seems to elude notice. He straightens, blinking slowly, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. "Back again?" he murmurs, voice soft as drifting embers. "Shouldn't you be out frolicki…