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CHARACTERS: Zeus (stormful) & Hypnos (nightpalsy)
DATE/TIME: Noonish
LOCATION: The derp flat
RATING: Tame
WARNINGS: Zeus.
SUMMARY: Hypnos gets a surprise on his couch.
The motion of the key sliding into the front door was slow, languid as Hypnos pushed through it with a sleepiness that almost had him passing out right in the threshold. Morning appointments were never good for a narcoleptic. And yet he attended them, if only to please his sick father. He slipped into the empty apartment, knowing only his kitten would be greeting him, and pressed his forehead into the door, eyes falling shut.
He had no idea what to do about Pasithea. Not one single clue. No one was telling him what he'd done wrong -- what it something he'd said? It had to be, but Pasithea didn't want to speak to him unless she was high. And it bothered him because he wanted to win her back, to bring her home again, but he had no way to go about it just yet. He didn't even know where she was staying.
Hypnos sighed, utterly dejected, dropping the keys into the pocket of his coat.
It was corny but damned if Zeus couldn't resist it. He was sitting on Hypnos' couch, with the kitten on his lap. Idly stroking the top of its fuzzy head, his eyes were trained on the door.
"Hello," he said softly, refraining from adding in, I've been expecting you. Even for someone as flamboyant and arrogant as Zeus, that was a bit much.
The younger god froze in place, not expecting the unfamiliar voice. It wasn't Thanatos' voice, that was for sure. With only one way to find out who he was, Hypnos slowly turned one shoulder, only half facing the man on the couch. He looked strangely familiar, but where had he seen him? He supposed he'd find out.
A deep breath was taken. "Hello... person on my couch." Maybe, just maybe fishing for a name, or at least a 'why'.
Zeus' brow furrowed slightly. He wasn't really displeased but this godling did need to be at least mildly terrorized.
"Hypnos," he said, slowly and carefully, sounding the name out. "What I said I'd do to you if ever I got my hands on you." He lifted one shoulder in an indolent shrug. "But now we're only human." He blinked and the lights flickered. "Sort of."
Slowly, recognition began to dawn on Hypnos, beginning in his eyes and ending in the tensing of his shoulders. Zeus. Zeus was here, Zeus was in his apartment, in his living room and petting his kitten. What had felt like a large apartment suddenly felt like a tiny box, its walls closing in on him and threatening to crush him. Without his mother or Thanatos, he felt powerless. He had never acted against the older god without being asked to by Hera, and though he'd been naive at the time, thinking that putting someone to sleep had no consequences, he was very much aware of it now.
His hand slowly dropped down to the doorknob.
Zeus' head lolled back against the couch cushions, the very image of relaxation. Relaxation, Hypnos. Not forced slumber. It was delightful, really. It was all the easier to smile when Hera was not here.
"It's an interesting situation, wouldn't you agree?" he asked as the kitten pushed its head against his hand to encourage more attention. He smiled vaguely at the purring creature. Strange that cats always focused on people who didn't like them. "I'm awake, for one thing. My wife isn't here. My wife's daughter isn't here. Should I care about Pasithea? I'd say she's not mine but she is, don't you see? Regardless of her mother's transgressions, she's my granddaughter and she's my niece." Ah, the convoluted genealogy of the Father of Gods and Men. "And I should think she's far too good for the likes of you."
Hypnos curled his fingers around the doorknob, not wanting to hear this, not from Zeus of all of the gods. This god, this man was the only one he feared enough to want to bolt out of the apartment, but exhaustion plagued him, pulling at his eyelids and limbs. If anything, he was the one who was about to fall asleep, not the other way around.
The mention of Pasithea had his heart plummeting, his eyes lowering. He'd never thought either of the other was better or too good. He'd considered them two equals, two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. While with Thanatos it was like being a half of a whole, Hypnos felt entirely whole around Pasithea. His wife, his love. Finally, Sleep lifted his head.
"Why are you here, Zeus...?"
Zeus got to his feet, setting the kitten down on the couch. He stood up and straightened his tie, though he was perfectly put-together.
"Should you address me so informally?" he asked and his tone was one of artless curiosity. "Well, this is the twenty-first century. Perhaps we should let these things slide." He took slow steps towards Hypnos and, stopping just in front of him, cupped his chin none-to-gently. "But I'll not forget your transgressions against me, boy. Remember that."
Giving poor Hypnos' face a squeeze, he then slapped his cheek lightly. "Go get some sleep. You look beat." His lips curved into a smile. "I'll show myself out."
A flinch crossed the younger man's face at the touch, his heart racing at Zeus being too close. Way too close for his liking. Suddenly he was wishing his brother was here so he could duck behind him. Just like a coward. He was too sweet, too gentle for confrontation, and so this up close and personal business with Zeus touching him nearly had him fainting on the spot out of fear.
All he could do was nod a little dumbly.
Seemingly satisfied, Zeus stepped away from Hypnos. He glanced over his shoulder, rather disinterestedly. "Nice place. Shame about the security."
With that, he left, strolling down the corridor as though he owned the whole damned world (it was only a little bit untrue, after all).
DATE/TIME: Noonish
LOCATION: The derp flat
RATING: Tame
WARNINGS: Zeus.
SUMMARY: Hypnos gets a surprise on his couch.
The motion of the key sliding into the front door was slow, languid as Hypnos pushed through it with a sleepiness that almost had him passing out right in the threshold. Morning appointments were never good for a narcoleptic. And yet he attended them, if only to please his sick father. He slipped into the empty apartment, knowing only his kitten would be greeting him, and pressed his forehead into the door, eyes falling shut.
He had no idea what to do about Pasithea. Not one single clue. No one was telling him what he'd done wrong -- what it something he'd said? It had to be, but Pasithea didn't want to speak to him unless she was high. And it bothered him because he wanted to win her back, to bring her home again, but he had no way to go about it just yet. He didn't even know where she was staying.
Hypnos sighed, utterly dejected, dropping the keys into the pocket of his coat.
It was corny but damned if Zeus couldn't resist it. He was sitting on Hypnos' couch, with the kitten on his lap. Idly stroking the top of its fuzzy head, his eyes were trained on the door.
"Hello," he said softly, refraining from adding in, I've been expecting you. Even for someone as flamboyant and arrogant as Zeus, that was a bit much.
The younger god froze in place, not expecting the unfamiliar voice. It wasn't Thanatos' voice, that was for sure. With only one way to find out who he was, Hypnos slowly turned one shoulder, only half facing the man on the couch. He looked strangely familiar, but where had he seen him? He supposed he'd find out.
A deep breath was taken. "Hello... person on my couch." Maybe, just maybe fishing for a name, or at least a 'why'.
Zeus' brow furrowed slightly. He wasn't really displeased but this godling did need to be at least mildly terrorized.
"Hypnos," he said, slowly and carefully, sounding the name out. "What I said I'd do to you if ever I got my hands on you." He lifted one shoulder in an indolent shrug. "But now we're only human." He blinked and the lights flickered. "Sort of."
Slowly, recognition began to dawn on Hypnos, beginning in his eyes and ending in the tensing of his shoulders. Zeus. Zeus was here, Zeus was in his apartment, in his living room and petting his kitten. What had felt like a large apartment suddenly felt like a tiny box, its walls closing in on him and threatening to crush him. Without his mother or Thanatos, he felt powerless. He had never acted against the older god without being asked to by Hera, and though he'd been naive at the time, thinking that putting someone to sleep had no consequences, he was very much aware of it now.
His hand slowly dropped down to the doorknob.
Zeus' head lolled back against the couch cushions, the very image of relaxation. Relaxation, Hypnos. Not forced slumber. It was delightful, really. It was all the easier to smile when Hera was not here.
"It's an interesting situation, wouldn't you agree?" he asked as the kitten pushed its head against his hand to encourage more attention. He smiled vaguely at the purring creature. Strange that cats always focused on people who didn't like them. "I'm awake, for one thing. My wife isn't here. My wife's daughter isn't here. Should I care about Pasithea? I'd say she's not mine but she is, don't you see? Regardless of her mother's transgressions, she's my granddaughter and she's my niece." Ah, the convoluted genealogy of the Father of Gods and Men. "And I should think she's far too good for the likes of you."
Hypnos curled his fingers around the doorknob, not wanting to hear this, not from Zeus of all of the gods. This god, this man was the only one he feared enough to want to bolt out of the apartment, but exhaustion plagued him, pulling at his eyelids and limbs. If anything, he was the one who was about to fall asleep, not the other way around.
The mention of Pasithea had his heart plummeting, his eyes lowering. He'd never thought either of the other was better or too good. He'd considered them two equals, two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. While with Thanatos it was like being a half of a whole, Hypnos felt entirely whole around Pasithea. His wife, his love. Finally, Sleep lifted his head.
"Why are you here, Zeus...?"
Zeus got to his feet, setting the kitten down on the couch. He stood up and straightened his tie, though he was perfectly put-together.
"Should you address me so informally?" he asked and his tone was one of artless curiosity. "Well, this is the twenty-first century. Perhaps we should let these things slide." He took slow steps towards Hypnos and, stopping just in front of him, cupped his chin none-to-gently. "But I'll not forget your transgressions against me, boy. Remember that."
Giving poor Hypnos' face a squeeze, he then slapped his cheek lightly. "Go get some sleep. You look beat." His lips curved into a smile. "I'll show myself out."
A flinch crossed the younger man's face at the touch, his heart racing at Zeus being too close. Way too close for his liking. Suddenly he was wishing his brother was here so he could duck behind him. Just like a coward. He was too sweet, too gentle for confrontation, and so this up close and personal business with Zeus touching him nearly had him fainting on the spot out of fear.
All he could do was nod a little dumbly.
Seemingly satisfied, Zeus stepped away from Hypnos. He glanced over his shoulder, rather disinterestedly. "Nice place. Shame about the security."
With that, he left, strolling down the corridor as though he owned the whole damned world (it was only a little bit untrue, after all).