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: 3,796 canon-typical inability to discuss emotions like adults.I hesitate to call some of it fluff when it's actually emotional manipulation.Zeus Being an Asshole (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore).References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore.Pasithea (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore).
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